Since I have been reading other genealogy blogs, I've noticed a pattern.
If you go very far through the archives, you nearly always find an entry where the blogger talks about someone contacting them about a blog entry or an entry in an online family tree. Or, that they fear it will happen if they publish the information.
You know, one of those entries that shows that the parents weren't married when the child was conceived, or that the grand aunt died in an insane asylum after spending the last 30 years of her life there, or the upstanding patriarch of a specific branch of the tree was getting horizontal with someone else's wife, sister, or daughter...
The purpose of the contact is to clean the poster's clock, and shame them into hiding, changing or deleting accurate historic information.
I don't get those kind of contacts often - maybe three or four times a year - but when I do, they are doozies - all full of righteous indignation.
They make me shake my head and laugh out loud.
And I reply to all of them.
What I tell them is this...
If you are serious about genealogy, you naturally become an historian. Even amateur genealogists have to do historic research to understand the context of what we are seeing.
But we are more than historians and genealogists.
We are storytellers.
Every single person we document in our family trees has a story, down to the very youngest who may not even have drawn breath at their birth.
And the stories are their stories - not ours to spin to make them more palatable to someone else, not even ourselves.
I refuse to become part of writing revisionist history.
I am a storyteller.