I have a desire for my thoughts and memories to always be readily available to my children.
Don’t you ever wonder what our legacies will be? If more than only our records will be kept? If our stories will be told? In an age of emails and texts that are quickly read and discarded, or blogs that are written and deleted and lost in server crashes, what are we keeping to remember our family members by? What are we holding on to? Passing on for our families to find a hundred years from now?
I am always the picture-taker in our family. I am the scrapbooker. I am the one who records moments, big or small, that make us a family. However, I don’t always know the stories to write them down.
I've been wondering about the lives of those ancestors who are a part of my story. I want to know more about my grandparents... not just my memories of them, not just the documents that show where they came from, but the stories that shaped them into who they became. I’m wondering about my grandparents with many “greats” before their titles. Where did they come from? What were their struggles, their joys, their interests? Did they love to sing and dance and read like me? Did I miss the gene that made them good at math and cooking? Did they have dreams that were too big for their lifetimes, or did they accomplish things in their lifetimes that were bigger than their dreams?
As much as I want to know the facts, I want to know the stories.
It makes me want to start digging, even though I have no idea where to start. What about you? Do you know your history? Your lineage? Your ancestors stories? And have you made sure that you’re telling your own?!?!?