Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Celebrating My Very Own Patriot!
It was just this week when I received notice—at long last—that my application to become part of the Daughters of the American Revolution has finally been approved.
In case you hadn't noticed that this was a work in progress, I can hardly blame you. It's only been, well, a matter of a mere twelve weeks since I kissed that paperwork goodbye.
On the other hand, in all fairness, it took me only about, um, three years—almost to the day—since my Genealogy Angel handed me the blank application and got me started. Not to mention the frenzied two week hiccup after finally turning in the paperwork when the national headquarters sent back for clarification—stat!
But all that is behind us—all, that is, but the shouting, which will happen when I can clear my schedule out enough to align with one of our local chapter's monthly meetings.
In the meantime, allow me to introduce you to the Patriot who made all this possible. His name is Zachariah Taliaferro, and he was born in colonial Virginia in 1730. According to the D.A.R., his recognition in their records is owing to "patriotic service" as both a Justice of the Peace and a member of the Committee of Safety. Zachariah Taliaferro was my fifth great grandfather.
Having documented my relationship to this Patriot, I join a long list of others—all distant cousins I've never met—in claiming D.A.R. eligibility for membership all because of his service to our fledgling country, centuries ago. Of course, I'm not on that list yet. It will take some time for the paperwork to be recorded. But I'm in. And that's what counts!
Above: Frederick Childe Hassam's "The Avenue in the Rain," 1917 oil on canvas; courtesy Wikipedia; in the public domain.