Eleven years old, and I had just watched all of the Roots miniseries on TV. That is when I was bitten by the genealogy bug. My grandfather had judged passed away, but I was lucky to still have a great-grandmother who had just turned 97 that year.
At that time, I thought it was all about attaching names to photographs, and filling in the pedigree charts. I made a point of filling the family sheets also, because I knew it was important to everyone's information.
And that was all you needed, right?
I was so very wrong!
In starting this journey, I have discovered so much more than the names of my ancestors.
I discovered their stories. That is the essence of family history.
I grew up knowing most of the people in this photograph. But I now know so much more about them.
This is Family History! When a picture is so much more than names and faces.
It is their stories.
It is in how they lived, endured, celebrated.
It is much, much more than a name on a chart!