OUR
INTEREST IN FAMILY HISTORY
Although
my interest in genealogy didn’t begin until a few years ago when I
found my grandfather’s birth certificate (discovering the names of
his parents) among my mother’s papers after her death, my love of
“family things” has always been a part of me. My grandmother gave
me a little ring of hers when I was just a small child, and I still
have it in my jewelry box. I have my father’s wooden chess set, a
pocket watch that was my grandfather’s, a few of the little
pitchers that were my grandmother-in-law’s from WWII, and so many
more things.
One
of the things that show our love for “family things” is shown in
the picture above. This was taken the day we brought our first child
home from the hospital. She wore a dress my mother had saved from I
was a baby. Her socks came from her daddy, and her shoes were from
her granddaddy. The pink blanket was made by my mother. The car seat
was lined with a white blanket that my mother-in-law had won at a
store opening, twenty years before. When she won it, she said she was
going to save it for her grandchild. My grandmother passed away more
than a year before our daughter (her first grandchild) was born.
After her funeral, I took the blanket so I could fulfill that plan
for her. Even though my mother-in-law never got to see her
grandchild, a special part of her will always live with my daughter.
They both carry the same middle name.
Oh,
and another part of my daughter’s coming home outfit ties the
present to the past. The little cap our daughter is wearing in the
picture was tatted by my husband’s grandmother for her newborn son
(my father-in-law) in 1920. Both of my children wore it home from the
hospital, and it is in the safety deposit box waiting for future
generations.
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