Now that I am older, I have come to appreciate the amazing restraint my mom exercised when I and my sisters were children and teenagers. With our rolling eyes and know-it-all comments and all-around pain-in-the-posterior attitudes, it is a miracle that any of us ever made it to adulthood.
And yet, here I am, a mother myself of children with their own eye rolls and smart-aleck responses and P.I.T.A. performances, I swear they will be lucky to make it to next week! Continue reading
Two days ago, our family said goodbye to a humble, hard-working, sensitive, soft-spoken man—my Uncle David.
Uncle David was a devout Christian who tried to follow the path of righteousness every day of his life. My uncle practiced random acts of kindness, always lending a hand or giving encouragement. He never expected remuneration for his kindnesses. Instead, he hoped that those he helped would pay it forward, doing good deeds and spreading goodwill to others.
Unassuming and modest, Uncle David would not have wanted accolades. However, because he was such a special person, I wanted to honor him in a way that would best exemplify the way he lived his life. So, in memory of my Uncle David, I am paying it forward.
Like a detective determined to crack a cold case, I am compelled to uncover family secrets and unearth family skeletons. I am energized by endless hours patiently paging through aged records, and I revel in the thrill of finding a clue or solving a genealogical puzzle. So, is it any wonder why I enjoy suspense/mystery novels?
Boy, when I procrastinate, I sure do procrastinate! Several months ago (okay, it was a few more than several), Randy Seaver, through his Saturday Night Genealogy Fun series, challenged other bloggers to pictorially document their family back through the generations: For how many generations, unbroken, do you have portraits of your family?