These stairs lead to the rooms where my Great-Great-Great Grandfather James Ramsay Dey was raised in Ramsayburg, New Jersey in the mid 1800’s. He lived with his Grandparents James and Catherine Ramsay in the home where they also ran a general store business next to the Delaware River. His mother died when he was just a few years old. His father, Dr. William Dey, remarried and most likely died of alcoholism when he was 13.
His life was full of tragedy and renewal and I love each piece of new of information I discover that makes him more real to me.
Our ancestors stories lie within the records, letters and events of their times. They want to tell the story of who they were, what they accomplished, where they traveled, who they loved, what heartache they suffered and what may have led them to make their choices.
But the fascinating part of the journey up the stairs to each one of our ancestors, is that through telling us about their lives, we learn how we came to be who we are.