Where this began
It started with an old mill
Before this was a service, it was an obsession. In my own family's corner of France stands an old stone mill. Its wheel stopped turning long ago, but its walls clearly had stories to tell. I wanted to know them all.
So I went looking. Through parish registers and civil records, notarial deeds and land rolls, censuses and old maps, I followed that building and the families around it back through revolutions, wars, marriages and harvests, until the trail reached the 1500s. Along the way I learned to read the beautiful, difficult handwriting of village priests and royal notaries, to navigate the archives of France department by department, and to coax stories out of documents that most people would walk past without a glance.
“A record is never just a date. It's a person, standing in a particular village, on a particular morning of their life.”
What I felt when those centuries opened up, standing in the present and reading the names of the people who came before, is something I believe every family deserves to feel. That is why I created Racines: to do for your family what I did for mine.