Although I started this blog five years ago next month, and that sounds like a long time, I’ve been working (on and off–mainly off while raising my kids and teaching) on family history, family photos, and genealogy since I was just out of college and beginning a master’s in history (which I did not complete and ultimately switched to English and creative writing).
I was blessed with many antique and vintage photographs and a grandfather with a great memory and a talent for storytelling.
But it wasn’t until a couple of years ago that I got the idea of putting my research and knowledge of our family history together with my creative writing. Then I began to write lyric poems, prose poems, and a few pieces in a genre that was new to me–flash nonfiction, which is a form of very short prose–based on individuals from my family’s past.
Ultimately, I pulled these pieces together into a chapbook (44 pages) which has been published by Finishing Line Press and is now available, not only on their website, but also on Amazon and Barnes & Noble websites.
Kin Types looks at what the lives of my ancestors were like. The locales are mainly Kalamazoo (and other towns in southwestern Michigan), Elmhurst (Illinois), and the Netherlands. Using the fruits of my research, which included studying newspaper articles, documents, and the details of antique photos, I tried to “inhabit” the lives of some of the people who have come before me.
If you click through the link to the Amazon page, the book can be ordered for $14.99. To order through Barnes & Noble, try this link.
Here is a sample poem from the collection:
Genealogy
Tigers die and leave their skins;
people die and leave their names. ~Japanese Proverb
The more relatives I unearthed,
the more Franks rose to the surface
like deer bones after a storm.
On the trails I could follow,
I found seven named Frank,
three Franz, three Francis.
Frans, Francois, and Franciscus.
Frances and Francisca,
the women peeking out
from under their fathers’ names.
The name passed forward
like a cross polished by many hands.
The verb frank means to allow free passage
for man or post. But these Franks
and Franciskas paid with their labor
and their babes buried along the way.
If you read this blog, some of the characters of the book might be familiar to you. And because the project is quite unique I think people passionate about family history, genealogy, history, and local history will probably be particularly interested. Some of the pieces have been published in literary magazines. Combined together, they tell a story of the history of “forgotten” women.
So what are you waiting for? 😉 Go to one of the links and place your order! And thank you very much.