By Clyde Davis: Local columnist
Geneaology, to me, is a fascinating sublect, so long as someone else is doing it.
We’ve never known much about my dad’s side of the family, particularly his mother’s side.
My mom’s roots lie in a culture where oral tradition, at least until the mid 20th century, was pretty reliable, but not so much in my dad’s case.
My wife’s cousin, who is into genealogy via Internet, did a trackdown of the Ortiz family since their arrival from Spain, back in the 1700’s.
Among the tracks she found were those of an Ortiz female cousin, back in the 1840’s, who married a fellow named Felix Davis, who was a trapper/trader on the Santa Fe Trail.
Of course we’ve speculated whether or not that might be an “Uncle Felix” to me (Odds — probably not). On the other hand, I could’ve been happy as a trapper/trader.
So enters my sister-in-law, who is also into geneaology via Internet, in contrast with my brother, whose sense of history goes back only to last week’s episode of Family Guy.
She reveals to my dad, who reveals to me, that one of our long ago ancestors, a Thomas White, is the subject of a monument