Well, I have been “asked” to pull all reference to the memoirs used in my Irish research on Agnes McDowell Fraser’s children and grandchildren because one of the authors is amazingly still alive. That is a wonderful thing but of course, not one I had expected. I assumed that the person handing them on would know this. I admit though the temptation was too great to miss the opportunity to paint a picture of my relatives lives.
This has given me pause to think of how I would feel if I came across someone else’s writing about my family. I would probably be surprised if they were in possession of something written by me as well. That being said I think of two things. One, I would never pass out to anyone something I absolutely did not want published or known. Two, if there were errors of which I had documented proof, I would let the person know. But generally, I would be delighted, as many people are, that someone was doing all the legwork and want to know who they were and how they know my family.
Of course, if you use ancestry, most public information on the person is already available. It is a little surprising how many people are still paranoid of the internet. I compare it to when the telephone first came out and remember moving to a small town where there were party lines. You could get some first class entertainment there!
This event has thrown my writing into a shambles because I had centered my posts around the delightful stories written by these women. Who wants just dry fact anyways? For the moment I am thinking I will perhaps compensate by including whatever public information I can find out about Agnes’s children instead. God knows how long that will take. There are risks in every activity. Agnes McDowell was a risk taker herself. She lived to 102.