As my family will tell you, I all too often engage in telling stories about my ancestors. I have earned the right to own these stories because I painstakingly researched them. Sadly, it seems my father was unaware of his heritage.
Thus, the decision to write about my ancestors was pretty much made for me by the weight of all the material I had dug up on my 7th great grandfather. I felt weighed down like the ghost of Scrooge’s dead partner, Jacob Marley, who in Dickens’ A Christmas Carol was “captive, bound and double-ironed” with chains “long, and wound about him like a tail”. But my chains were folder after folder of research on the life of Rev. John Cotton who lived from 1584 to 1652. To free myself from the chains I had created, I had to organize my research and begin writing the biography of my 7th great grandfather, John Cotton. My blog chronicles My ongoing struggle with writing is chronicled on my blog and will be updated from time to time. For now, however, I must jump ahead what will be the end of my struggle when I am finally able to self-publish my work.