Felicity

Felicity was the name of my great-grandmother, up through my father's side, making her the new Felicity's great-great-great-grandmother. Felicity, or Felisty, as she was commonly known, was born in 1847, and lived to be 96. She was a direct descendant of the founding French settlers of Detroit (in the year 1701); if you are familiar with the downtown Detroit area and all the streets named for the early settlers, then you are familiar with the family tree.



She grew up at a time when Indians still lived on family property. Her father built the lighthouses around the Great Lakes, as well as other edifices in the Detroit area. Felisty and her husband also contributed to the Detroit architecture of their day, and their names can be found inscribed in at least on historic building to this day. Some now well-known areas in downtown Detroit used to be family property many, many years ago. The family tree has been traced back through the sixteen hundreds to Quebec and Normandy. Every so often we hear from a long-lost branch of the family (Felisty had nine children) who is searching out the family tree.



Thank you for all your lovely comments on the last post. The new Blogger makes it very difficult to respond directly to your comments, which is the one thing that really irks me about it. Little Felicity and her mom are now home from the hospital and doing very well.



Little Felicity will also have a new blanket soon (I hope). On Sunday night I quickly cast on for the Moderne Baby Blanket, just so that Felicity will one day be able to say that her grandma started her blanket the day she was born.