a little more geneologically me
i skipped school today to see the last installment of Lord of the rings and das like this are days i will remember for the rest of my days. not because of the movie (even tho it rocked) but for the time spent with friends being rebels and just having a wonderful time.
with missing school gave me an extra day to work on my 3rd report for Phyisology. Just incase you wanted to read.
A little more genealogically me.
What makes me? I never really took a lot of time to sit down and think about all of that, but really, I am truly a product of two humans coming together and their entire ancestor’s as well. I never really knew my dads side of the family being as how he left our family when I was young. But I do still have pictures and my mom can still tell me about stuff too. Without a relative that has no time on their hands to write out a genealogy of the Judd’s (my mom’s side) and no father to talk about the other side of my family, I can really only describe what I can find out through pictures and memories, what makes me, me.
First off I’m not sure where either the sides of my parent’s family’s came from but I do know last names. My mother’s last name was originally Judd and my dad’s last name was Guimond and since my parents were together when I was born, I got my fathers name. On the Judd side, my mom has two siblings, a brother and a sister, neither of which have any blood children, so my brother and I are the last carriers of Judd blood. The parents of that generation of family, my Grandparents, are not alive anymore with my grandmas passing not too long ago. Actually my grandpa Judd died when my mom was young so I didn’t get to know him and so I don’t know much about his family either which is making this paper a lot easier due to the limited knowledge that is available without some intensive research. Traveling even further back my grandma had a mother, even thought she was old and growing sicker, was still alive to spend 2 years during my life. This would have been my great grandma Harsh. I’m not sure what her maiden name would have been. That is as far forward that I know about my blood relatives names.
As far as I know we don’t have any really important ties or connections other than, I know my maternal grandpa severed in World War II. He went to Germany and survived the D Day at Normandy Beach. This makes watching “Saving Private Ryan” really cool and special to me knowing one of those men was my grandfather and he survived. Earlier I mentioned that my maternal grandfather died when my mom was young. Ironically he didn’t die due to anything connected with the war; in fact he had a heart attack at home. My grandmother was also very educated an outgoing for her time.
As far as genes and things that my parents and ancestors past down to me, I’m quite lucky. I still can’t tell you much about my father’s side of the family, but I know my mom’s side isn’t that bad off. There was some talk that a bit of mental illnesses was present in my maternal grandmother’s family and toward the end of my grandmother’s life she also might have been getting some of these illnesses, but nothing was ever diagnosed. Like I mentioned earlier my grandfather did die of a heart attack, so there is always a chance that some of that might be genetic, but no one else in my family has shown any sign of heart problems either. Other than that, no illnesses or weaknesses have been passed down through me and even those where not completely for sure were genetics. One thing that was definably passed down from my mom to me is the almost disabilitating hatred for the sound and texture that is characteristic of Styrofoam. This may sound silly but yes, my mom and I absolutely cannot stand the sound of Styrofoam. The very thought of the sound sends shivers up my skin. The sound is enough to send me into a fit comparable to a little kid trying to block out the world by covering his/her ears and screaming. You can only imagine how fun this makes Christmas.
The easiest part of this assignment was finding out where I get my characteristics. Not only am I really close to my mother and we have a lot in common, we both share a lot of the same characteristics. She handed over the blue eyes and brown hair. My mother’s hair wasn’t as dark as my father’s was though. My mother’s hair was a lot thicker like mine, but my father’s was curlier than mine. It is fabled that my father had hair down to his shoulders that is described as being “…in perfect ringlettes…” Moving down the face, my father so kindly passed along the bushy eyebrows that I believe give my face most of my character, he wasn’t so kind to give me the unibrow that came with those big brows. And the more I looked at pictures; I realized that my actual brow bone characteristics resemble those of my paternal grandfather. My nose, that has been the butt of many jokes, was actually passed down to me by my mom. Further down, even though my father passed along those hairy brows, he had to give me the non-ability to grow full facial hair everywhere. I concurred that with my beard that I am very proud of, but I lack the fullness of the connecting hair from my chin to my lip, that is the only reason I do not have a full blown goatee! Thanks pop.
If this report would have been assigned a semester earlier, it would have been a lot more in depth than this pebble of an essay. My grandma was a crucial point of knowledge and she would have been able to tell me hours worth of stories that I haven’t heard yet about my ancestors. It also would have served for some bonding time that i should have spent with my dieing grandma. But with that thought, I dedicate this paper to Maryland Judd (Harsh), my grandmother. This has been an inspiration to be that loser relative that has no time and researches and maps out the entire genealogy of my family.
Maybe im not completely over my grandmas death yet.
Love skylar
your_favorite_relative
with missing school gave me an extra day to work on my 3rd report for Phyisology. Just incase you wanted to read.
A little more genealogically me.
What makes me? I never really took a lot of time to sit down and think about all of that, but really, I am truly a product of two humans coming together and their entire ancestor’s as well. I never really knew my dads side of the family being as how he left our family when I was young. But I do still have pictures and my mom can still tell me about stuff too. Without a relative that has no time on their hands to write out a genealogy of the Judd’s (my mom’s side) and no father to talk about the other side of my family, I can really only describe what I can find out through pictures and memories, what makes me, me.
First off I’m not sure where either the sides of my parent’s family’s came from but I do know last names. My mother’s last name was originally Judd and my dad’s last name was Guimond and since my parents were together when I was born, I got my fathers name. On the Judd side, my mom has two siblings, a brother and a sister, neither of which have any blood children, so my brother and I are the last carriers of Judd blood. The parents of that generation of family, my Grandparents, are not alive anymore with my grandmas passing not too long ago. Actually my grandpa Judd died when my mom was young so I didn’t get to know him and so I don’t know much about his family either which is making this paper a lot easier due to the limited knowledge that is available without some intensive research. Traveling even further back my grandma had a mother, even thought she was old and growing sicker, was still alive to spend 2 years during my life. This would have been my great grandma Harsh. I’m not sure what her maiden name would have been. That is as far forward that I know about my blood relatives names.
As far as I know we don’t have any really important ties or connections other than, I know my maternal grandpa severed in World War II. He went to Germany and survived the D Day at Normandy Beach. This makes watching “Saving Private Ryan” really cool and special to me knowing one of those men was my grandfather and he survived. Earlier I mentioned that my maternal grandfather died when my mom was young. Ironically he didn’t die due to anything connected with the war; in fact he had a heart attack at home. My grandmother was also very educated an outgoing for her time.
As far as genes and things that my parents and ancestors past down to me, I’m quite lucky. I still can’t tell you much about my father’s side of the family, but I know my mom’s side isn’t that bad off. There was some talk that a bit of mental illnesses was present in my maternal grandmother’s family and toward the end of my grandmother’s life she also might have been getting some of these illnesses, but nothing was ever diagnosed. Like I mentioned earlier my grandfather did die of a heart attack, so there is always a chance that some of that might be genetic, but no one else in my family has shown any sign of heart problems either. Other than that, no illnesses or weaknesses have been passed down through me and even those where not completely for sure were genetics. One thing that was definably passed down from my mom to me is the almost disabilitating hatred for the sound and texture that is characteristic of Styrofoam. This may sound silly but yes, my mom and I absolutely cannot stand the sound of Styrofoam. The very thought of the sound sends shivers up my skin. The sound is enough to send me into a fit comparable to a little kid trying to block out the world by covering his/her ears and screaming. You can only imagine how fun this makes Christmas.
The easiest part of this assignment was finding out where I get my characteristics. Not only am I really close to my mother and we have a lot in common, we both share a lot of the same characteristics. She handed over the blue eyes and brown hair. My mother’s hair wasn’t as dark as my father’s was though. My mother’s hair was a lot thicker like mine, but my father’s was curlier than mine. It is fabled that my father had hair down to his shoulders that is described as being “…in perfect ringlettes…” Moving down the face, my father so kindly passed along the bushy eyebrows that I believe give my face most of my character, he wasn’t so kind to give me the unibrow that came with those big brows. And the more I looked at pictures; I realized that my actual brow bone characteristics resemble those of my paternal grandfather. My nose, that has been the butt of many jokes, was actually passed down to me by my mom. Further down, even though my father passed along those hairy brows, he had to give me the non-ability to grow full facial hair everywhere. I concurred that with my beard that I am very proud of, but I lack the fullness of the connecting hair from my chin to my lip, that is the only reason I do not have a full blown goatee! Thanks pop.
If this report would have been assigned a semester earlier, it would have been a lot more in depth than this pebble of an essay. My grandma was a crucial point of knowledge and she would have been able to tell me hours worth of stories that I haven’t heard yet about my ancestors. It also would have served for some bonding time that i should have spent with my dieing grandma. But with that thought, I dedicate this paper to Maryland Judd (Harsh), my grandmother. This has been an inspiration to be that loser relative that has no time and researches and maps out the entire genealogy of my family.
Maybe im not completely over my grandmas death yet.
Love skylar
your_favorite_relative