I had not solved my previous mysteries, but was achieving greater peace with my ignorance when my mother presented another one of those unsolve cases, that no one knew needed to be solved. It is significant to me because either travel to the American continent was much more common or my Ancestor was not my ancestor. Either way it falls, I am still the same I was prior to her discovery, but she generally does not share hairbrained speculations, so I assume that she respects the found record, this record was for a Great Grandfather who had been recorded as having lived and died in the Netherlands (I have a unny story of two to say about that name). This man also has a record of having been baptised Christian in Brazil. Interesting, no? but, the prodding that prodded me here was a simple line from a saga. I was looking again for a good story to share about ancestors I KNEW were mine opposed to the ones the internet geneologists keep suggesting, anyow, I had been contemplating what life would havebeen like for a traveler/raider and I decided that the language must've been pretty much the same which other EXPERTS explained believably and though different now, at the time I was amazed that when a messenger came before this Dutch/Swedish/Nowegian dude the first thing he explained was that he was an Englishman. This becomes another lead pointing my discoveries of the day in that direction. one could tell they were a messenger, but otherwise their nationality was not obvious, and it seems redundant to say, when asked who I was, that I was an Englishman (if my language was not already a dead give away). blah, blah, blah.... J'ai du travalie
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