Where I come from
Sep. 2nd, 2012 08:09 pmYesterday, my nephew celebrated becoming a bar mitzvah. I had decided earlier this summer that a meaningful gift would be a book documenting our shared family roots.
Some of this was easy: my mom had many records from her parents, for example. Some has been challenging but rewarding research. I have found living cousins I never knew existed; I have found gravesites of ancestors whose lives were almost lost to the currents of time.
I haven't been able to blog about these discoveries as they've happened, because I wanted to keep this a surprise. But today I gave Josh his book, and I brought an extra copy of it and of all my primary sources to share with our relatives. I have some great stories to share, and now I have some more clues. I plan to write up both my ancestors' stories and the stories of my research and post them to this blog after the holidays.
Some of this was easy: my mom had many records from her parents, for example. Some has been challenging but rewarding research. I have found living cousins I never knew existed; I have found gravesites of ancestors whose lives were almost lost to the currents of time.
I haven't been able to blog about these discoveries as they've happened, because I wanted to keep this a surprise. But today I gave Josh his book, and I brought an extra copy of it and of all my primary sources to share with our relatives. I have some great stories to share, and now I have some more clues. I plan to write up both my ancestors' stories and the stories of my research and post them to this blog after the holidays.