Today I found my ancestral homeland. I rented a car in Poitiers and as it turns out, the woman at the Hertz counter was somewhat of a historian. I started the drive to Ferme Acadienne, a place where some French who went to Canada returned and set up a refugee colony. There weren’t any Rangers that came back from the original migration.
Tomorrow I go to France
In search of my ancestral homeland.
Some interesting tidbits from http://rcranger.mysite.syr.edu/famhist/ranger.htm
“In order to marry 13-year-old Anne Girardy, Hubert received permission from the governor Denonville, presumably because he was a soldier and possibly because he was a minor.” (more…)
Not all who wander are lost
I always liked Tolkien – nice to see the message splashed on the inside of the London tube.
The next journey
I’ve packed my bags and I’m ready to go. Currently in London, I have been getting rid of things that weigh me down (figuratively and literally) and am traveling the world in search of continued spiritual enlightenment. I’ll be making my way to the Camino de Santiago over the coming days and will keep things as up to date as I’m able and willing. (more…)