I still feel a little peculiar when referring to people's ancestry as pedigrees. Used in this context, the term was unknown to me until recently and still feels odd to use in this context.
Previously, I wrote a little about the long Scottish line of my pedigree, but this post is about Sue's lineage. Lineage: I like lineage. It sounds less like I am referring to a show cat although Sue most definitely is the cat's .... ahem ... sorry. I do tend to get carried away.
Almost 20 years ago, Sue received a nineteen page, photocopy of her lineage on her dad's side, the Mortons. We were wondering where the dang thing had got to.
One recent day, we (as in Sue) decided to clean the pile of mailers that I had kept sticking between the filing cabinet and the shelving unit. Said pile was just about chest high, and one doesn't really need quite so many used mailers, as nifty as they are.
And there it was in a folder at the bottom of the overflow. Of course, unlike in the following photo, it was stuffed in sideways at the time. I repent that I did not think to take a before picture, but the mailers went up and up, beyond the level shown in the photo. The ones remaining are unused and potentially useful.
This document on the Mortons was compiled by a relative whom we have never met, P, from Alberta. It made its way to Sue in 2002. P had tracked the Morton line all of the way back to 1200 CE in Yorkshire, England, when her earliest known ancestors were called De Marton.
Strangely enough, I was once told that my surname, Rayner, also derived from a Norman (I think, knight) from Yorkshire. I have never confirmed this, but it is possible that our ancestors knew each other back then.