Ode To The Family McBean

The following is my submission to the current Carnival of Genealogy blogging event, which is an "Ode to my Family" event, in which a poem, rhyming or not, or a statement, regarding your family; something appropriate to introduce a book or a video about your family, is to be written for submission.

My biggest brick wall is old William McBean, whose two sons were surnamed simply Bean. To date, we still do not know for certain where old McBean came from, or his past. His son, William, left a wonderful trail of paperwork to get to know something of himself. But the father? Well, it's all a mystery.

And so, I give you,

Ode to the Family McBean

There once was a family McBean
Whose history just cannot be seen

We’ve looked far and wide

‘No access’, ‘Denied’

Their records, it seems, are wiped clean!

They crossed river and mountain

Past springs that flowed like a fountain

To a valley most green

Settled family Bean

At the base of the place - Peter’s mountain.

For the son of William McBean

Who on no father could lean

Became quite known and quite wealthy

His own sons strong and healthy

But old McBean’s records were wiped clean.

Where oh where was his past?

McBean came from what caste?

For his children-poor-worked for others

They became indentured brothers

McBean disappeared really fast.

So where to look for McBean?

Perhaps in a DNA gene?

With test then layed

No matches were made
There’s still no word on McBean.