So, back in 2011, I moved across the country to be as close to my then-fiancée-now-wife as I could get without actually crossing the border into the Unexplored Southern Area. And after I got here, then my mother gets around to telling me that my grandfather Slade was born in Niagara Falls, about 20 minutes from here. Later on, I found out that my great great grandparents Slade were buried in Niagara Falls, so one weekend, we popped by to visit them.
Just this week, I learned that another branch of my family, the Wests, were part of the New England Planters, about 8,000 people who moved from New England to Nova Scotia and New Brunswick starting in 1759 to take up land left unoccupied after the expulsion of the Acadians. And today I learned that the land grant given to my fourth great grandfather, Elijah West, was in Canning, Nova Scotia, just a hop, skip, and a jump away from Acadia University, where I attended. And, to top it off, Acadia University hosts the Planter Studies Centre, with piles of documents which probably contain exactly the documents I need to source the Wests properly. When I think of the time I spent in the archives, never even knowing that my ancestors were hiding there, I could just weep. (In a manly way, of course.)
Which makes me kind of wonder if other people have ended up tripping over their family trees in unexpected places.