I come up for air from being deeply immersed in family history this weekend. Since I'm reading about King Richard III (The Sunne in Splendor, by Sharon Kay Penman) and I keep running into my family as I decided to work down from the Vaughans who originated my surname. I have a valid link up through some maternal lines, but the paternal is difficult with many illegitimacies and non-heir sons.
|Sir Thomas Vaughan|
|Cross of the Knights of |
the Holy Sepulchre
And it is crazy with families that keep naming each other Thomas, John, Watkin (yes), or Roger. I'm generally following the National Library of Wales Dictionary of Welsh Biography, then looking for confirming sources on Ancestry.com (I have to wade through a lot of people's flags and pictures of Tretower Castle (Thank you, I have my own).
I thought of this great little ditty:
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
They paved Richard Third
Put up a parking lot!
They are all Gone into the World of Light
Now, I cannot in modern words better express a witness of my Faith and Hope and Humility that the deeper physics of the Universe will have sway and we will resurrect through the power of Christ's Priesthood, He as our High Priest. I want to be a part of that. If gospel and priesthood ordinances must come upon all, and they will eventually, I feel a glint of that star burning inside that I want to do as much as I can now. I do so want to meet Henry.