The Story-teller's Club

Family history is not for the faint of heart, or the idealist. If you are going to dig around your roots, expect to find lots of fascinating things, but don't expect to find what you were looking for. I won't tell you what I was looking for, because I am not really sure yet. But I think I was expecting to find a black and white picture of a stiffly smiling person who looks vaguely like a sibling of mine. Not a living breathing Grandmother that I never knew, but who lived a wonderful life in a time where every detail of her engagement and marriage was documented in the paper. She even traced the route of their honeymoon. And she looked like a really interesting person to get to know. There, not what I expected. No hidden treasure, no royalty, but a person who lived and breathed and loved and wrote about it so I could see into that world years later. Family History is a pretty dry term to describe something so great. Every time I listen to my parents or uncles, or second cousins etc. talk about our family I am amazed at how much I don't know, how many incredible people I am related to, and how diverse, challenging, messy, complicated, and different their lives were. So here's to a good story, and ones that just happen to be true, and about those who just happened to carry the seeds of your DNA.