Roots

First of all, I apologize for the sporadic blogging. I am finishing a revised book file for All Through the Ages, and whenever I am working on a book, it is so hard for me to break my train of thought and direct it elsewhere. I am not a good multitasker when it comes to writing.

Secondly, my sister and I just cracked the lids on the boxes of old family photos and documents that we had taken from my mother’s house after she passed away. They have been sitting untouched ever since. We realized, however, that there is only one sister left on my mother’s side, and she is quite elderly, and only one sister left on my father’s side, also elderly. If we will ever have any hope of identifying the people in the pictures, we have to sort through the family photos and papers now, so that we can get our aunts’ help while they are still around to fill in details.

We are like school girls, calling each other on lunch hours and after dinner, because one of us have discovered another clue to the puzzle that is the family tree.

“I found an old Census record last night, sis, and it lists great- grandma’s name as Elizabette! She was born in Germany, did you know that?”

“I found an old photo in the bottom of one of the boxes today, and it is the family picture of grandpa’s mother’s family as a child, and her maiden name and all her sibling’s names are written on the back!”

I mean, it is more exciting than digging for buried treasure. I am not sure why the family tree bug bit just now, but perhaps it is providential, since our aunts will not live forever. Anyway, we have just about gone through every last box, and I am sure that things will get back to normal once the papers have been sorted and the excitement has worn off, LOL.