There it is – one of my 2015 projects.
I love family history and could spend hours and hours every single day combing through records and I would be happy as a lark. I cannot honestly tell you when my love for discovery of my roots took hold. I remember hearing stories about all sorts of ancestors when I was growing up from my parents, grandmothers, aunts, uncles, etc. I remember both of my grandmothers being actively involved in working on their family histories. I remember going to the Family History Center with my mom and her showing me how to find things. This was never a big deal to me until I was older. When I was 17, I assisted my Grandma Galloway in identifying and labeling old photos. As I helped her, she would tell me stories of the people in the photographs and all of a sudden, these people were real. After we had completed the project, as much as we could, she gave me an envelope filled with some of these old photos. I treasure these photos and look at them often.
My grandma died not long after we were able to spend this time together. She helped me see that my ancestors are more than names and dates on a page – they were living, breathing people with hopes and dreams. The choices my ancestors made enable me to have my life.
I have a lot of stories to share and a lot of learning from my family still to do. This year I will be sharing what I am learning from my ancestors, lessons they are still teaching me. I am excited about this project because it is my family. Mine. Each of their decisions, good and bad, made them who they were and influence who I am and will become. This year, I am sharing something personal – I am sharing my roots. I remember hearing a quote once about how a family should always give you two things – roots and wings.
If you are a member of my family and want to guest on this blog by highlighting one of the ancestors, shoot me a message.