I've been concentrating so hard on my maternal grandmother's lines this year that the rest of my lines are essentially an afterthought at the moment but Georgia is not just about my maternal grandmother's line.
As I've traveled back through time via the censuses, to date, the one constant in this journey has been my Hosch and Rome ancestors. And yet, when I began, I thought I would get no further than my beloved grandfather, Lucillous (LC) Hosch. You see even though I knew my great-grandparents' names and knew the names of other relatives and ancestors, I also knew that both of my great-grandparents died when my granddad was a little boy and his maternal grandparents finished rearing my granddad and his brothers. While my great-great-grandparents instilled a lot into their grandchildren, it always felt like key pieces of information were missing.
Ironically, after finding the first tidbits of information via Granddad's World War I Registration card (he was born in Jackson County not Walton) and finding my grandparents and their young family on the 1920 census, the Hosch line has been the only line that I have found on every census between 1870 and 1920. And thanks to the hard work of a second cousin that I met on line and who lives in the Atlanta area, we've even managed to get back into slavery on granddad's paternal side, discovering along the way that our ancestors were written about in a book.
The paternal side of my granddad's family hails from Jackson and Gwinnett counties and his maternal side is from Walton county.
My ancestry from my grandfather's maternal line is me→ mom→ Lucillous (LC) Hosch→Sallie Rome→Wyatt Rome (Alice)→Eliza Stoval.
My ancestry from his paternal side is me→ mom→Lucillous (LC) Hosch→Barto Hosch→Matilda Hosch.
My granddad has been gone for almost 31 years and I miss him just as much now as when the Lord first called him home. I always admired his will to survive in spite of it all (the death of his parents, the mobs, the bo weevil infestation, and moving his young family to NC to seek a better life) In my early 20s, he was my motivating force and even now that I'm in my late 40s his life still drives me to try to do better.
Till Next time!