Our lives are collections - collections of memories, photos, conversations, keepsakes and experiences.......... the good and the bad. One of the saddest parts of doing genealogy is the sadness that so many people are not well remembered or not well recorded. This could happen for many reasons, and it is the driving force behind my obsession to document my family's existance in this world. In many families, maybe the collections (i.e. the memories) have been handed to someone in the family. When a parent passes, it is usually one child who gets the collections. I'm sure it's the story of most families. Sometimes, that collection keeper holds onto the collection, not sharing the information. Jealousy, greed, bad feelings............the reasons are as numerous as the stories locked away in the collection. I think about my own grandparents, maternal and paternal. I knew them. Some of their stories I was present for. I at least know where to look for additional
This is the place where I write about all the random things that crowd my mind.....about family, friends and places. It is also the place where my newest writing projects and craft ideas can be found. It is, me, electronically.