GeneaBabble

So, I just moved a few blocks away from my old house and I have decided that moving is one of the ultimate evils of mankind.  If I ever have to move again I will simply leave everything where it is and buy new stuff for the new location.  Among the usual muscle aches and general frustration I managed to smash my head into a doorway while carrying a box upstairs.  I believe it has caused some brain damage, but you would never be able to tell anyway…

The only good thing about moving is the great stuff you find!  I’ve found old photos of my ancestors that I never knew I had.  Many of them are from the early 20th c. and fortunately someone had the foresight to write names and dates on the backs of some of them.  Some, however, are unidentified.  I don’t know how to identify them since anyone who knows who they are is probably dead!

Also, I have many letters written back and forth between my dad and his parents.  It’s really neat to have both sides of a correspondence for once.  I hope to find some time soon to put them in chronological order and learn more about my dad’s life.

One thing about moving is getting rid of all the junk you’ve collected over the years.  The only problem is I kept finding myself saying, “Would my grandchildren want to see this for their genealogical research?”  I love all the strange tidbits I have, like my grandparents report cards.  In the end, though, I threw most of the junk away.  Unless I smash my head into something again, fall down the stairs, or get hit by a rampaging elephant I should have plenty of time to collect new junk for the grandkids to ponder.