Steeped in history

I blame my father.

One of my mother’s brothers (no, not the dead one) is AWOL and I ended up googling to see if I could find some sign of him. That led me to where I signed up for a 14-day trial. I’ve long given up looking for my uncle (he doesn’t like to be found, and he’s not that nice either), but  I’ve been sitting here for the better part of a week poring over censuses and old Quebec birth, marriage, and death records.

On the one hand, I’m filling in some longstanding holes in my mother’s family history. On the other hand, I’m so steeped in reading about young deaths and the working conditions of Montreal’s English slums that I’m feeling quite sad. Must be time for a break.