As I research my family history, I often find myself wishing that I had the exact geographic coordinates of the locations of significant events in the lives of my ancestors. Place names change. Rivers are redirected. Roads disappear. This makes visiting places of historical importance very difficult.
I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that the Internet (and this blog) will be around in some form a hundred years from now. I’m going to make things easier on you youngbloods. Here’s a list of the coordinates of my life.
My birth: 31.777869,-106.480182
The Blueberry House, some of my earliest memories: 31.737986,-106.293992
The Duplex, while my father attended law school: 41.484695,-87.032174
Thomas Jefferson Elementary, which I happily attended: 41.484213,-87.045489
Grandfather’s Smoky Mountain, where I romped: 35.354244,-83.189985
The home of my childhood: 33.566769,-112.095986
The home of my teenage years: 33.706241,-112.13903
The Mission Office: 42.940763,-87.996499
The Mission Home: 42.94235,-88.020672
Stevens Point: 44.522626,-89.575141
Lake Mills: 43.081427,-88.905941
Where I met Rachel: 40.257234,-111.655363
The Proposal: 40.233158,-111.630826
The Temple, where we were wed: 33.412825,-111.819654
Virginia is for Lovers, and us after college: 38.841905,-77.074222
If I am still going strong with this record, I’ll update it accordingly. Happy touring, youngbloods!