This is a copy of my great-great-grandmother’s application to the Daughters of the American Revolution. The DAR makes .pdf copies available online, although you do have to pay for them (only $10). While she had four patriots to her name, each required a separate application so I went ahead and only purchased one of them (and I might have picked which one based solely on liking his name the best and the fact that he traced back to ol’ Zecheriah). She was my maternal grandfather’s grandmother, and a bit of a genealogist herself, and I can also apparently trace a patriot through her husband and my mom’s maiden name, but that’s proving a bit trickier: the name itself got changed through a mistake around the time of the Revolutionary War so that complicates the search just a wee bit.
All of this is my way of telling you all that I am applying to the DAR.
Now, I can’t speak for all of you, but when I think of the Daughters of the American Revolution, I think of Society Women and white gloves and tea time and ladies who luncheon. Which is unfair, because they are a service organization that does a lot of volunteer work and members are active in their communities, but still. When I think of the DAR, I do not think of a tattooed, yoga-practicing, vegetarian librarian.
Then again, up until about a week ago I was unaware that part of my family had been in the United States since the mid-17th century, so, really, what do I know?
Love from the ashes,