My family has been on a search for the ancestors of my g.g.grandfather, Augustus, for almost fifty years. My cousin, Betty, began the search in his suspected place of birth, Luxembourg, Belgium, in the early 1970s. Although, some accounts say he was born in Paris, France. Her digging in both countries led only to a dead end. The church that might’ve contained evidence of his birth records, parents, etc., burned to the ground. All records were lost. (Too bad they hadn’t uploaded to the Cloud)
An account given to my cousin by Augustus’s granddaughter, Blanche Bulleit Christley, indicated he left home around the age of twenty because his parents refused him permission to marry a girl outside his faith. He was Catholic and she was Jewish. However, other accounts say he left to escape service in the army. Most of her memories came from her father, John Joseph Bulleit, the oldest son of Augustus and Marie Julia Dulieu.
Are you getting a glimpse of my frustration? After more than 150 years, we’re still not sure about our family name.
After going over the marriage certificate between Augustus and Marie Julia, I suspect the clerk filled in the groom’s name, phonetically. Pronounced Bool-yay in French, the spelling, Beoyoolat starts to make sense.
As mentioned in an earlier blog, I had my DNA analyzed by Ancestry. Right now I’m pouring over hundreds of, mostly, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth cousins hoping to find any connection to Augustus and his homeland. It’s a daunting task. While other parts of my family tree can be traced back to the 1300s, 1838 is the only paper documentation we have on the Bulleit, Boilliat, Beoyoolat side.
My only real hope is to become a celebrity and get on “Who Do You Think You Are”, or “Finding Your Roots”. Well, either that or turn over 50k to a genealogist. I’d have a better chance being picked for one of the TV shows.
If anyone out there has a suggestion, or similar frustration, please comment! We amateurs are all in this together.
(Next time, my great aunt, Blanche’s account of the foul play that led to my g.g.grandfather’s death)