Women and Genealogy

As I began working on my family history project (and I still feel as if I'm quite new to it), I quickly discovered three family members who have done some research in the past. My great-aunt Ginnie was the first person who introduced me so-to-speak to my great-great grandparents Freyer. Through a few lengthy phone conversations and one five hour visit that almost never happened, I discovered within Aunt Ginnie a desire to pass down the stories and facts that she had acquired over the past nine decades. She spoke to me with urgency, yet simultaneously with an immense sadness. "So many things I wished I could have asked your gram, Hidi. You know? Back then, no one ever thought to ask these sorts of things," she said more than once as she drove me through the neighborhood in which she has spent her entire life.

At the end of our visit, Aunt Ginnie pointed me in the direction of her sister-in-law, Caroline (Rebac) Jasch, who has also been practicing genealogy for sport over the past twenty-five years. Though I have yet to see the culmination of her research, it was fun to speak with her over the phone. I think the last time I had spoken with her was as a shy 8-year-old on Easter Sunday. My mother would dress me in these frothy pastel nightmares and in stockings that ran just by pulling them on and then parade me in front of relatives at Aunt Caroline and Uncle Ed's. Aunt Caroline scared me back then. She was always yelling at someone as she filled tables with dish after dish of food I was not about to ingest. I ate a plateful of dinner mints. Now, on the other end of the phone, there was Aunt Caroline yelling, "Ed! Get down, Adolph! Get the damn dog outta here! I gotta get outta this room. Yer Uncle Ed's got the set turned so loud, I can't hear a thing. He's trying to make me watch those shows and I don't want to watch those shows. That's better. Your Aunt Gin tells me you're doing a project. Now, you, see I've got a lot of information over the past twenty-five years. I can e-mail it all to you..." Yes, all of this and I hadn't said a word to her since Uncle Ed had passed her the phone. I could only smile to myself thinking about how little she'd changed.

The third woman in my family who works on genealogy is my great-great aunt Bernice. (I should add that she is not likely a Jasch by blood, but was raised as one, and as far as I am concerned, she is a Jasch). I have never met or spoken with my Aunt Bernice. My Aunt Ginnie tells me that she lives in Utah and has done a lot of work on the Freyer side of the family.

In my family, these three women are the only people who actively engage in genealogical research, either through historical societies, like Aunt Ginnie, through online resources, like Aunt Caroline, or through libraries, like Aunt Bernice. This leads me to believe that genealogy, at least in my family, is a gendered practice. That said, there are many factors that lend this "hobby" (as they define it) well to females. Most of these women spent the majority of their lives raising few to no children, only one that I know of was ever seriously employed outside of the house, and none of them have been employed over the past several decades. Also, my family of origination is very traditional in the sense that there are women's things and there are men's things. The passive practice of passing written and spoken things down from generation to generation has always fallen under the category of women's things, whereas the active practice of hunting and fixing things has generally fallen within the scope of men's things. From this, I will assume that, traditionally, genealogical practices are typically gendered.