Family

 If I am going to stay honest, I have to admit to enjoying watching the head explosions on the Left, concerning the election.  Sitting in cars, screaming like banshees.  Women shaving their heads and swearing off intimate relations with their husbands for the next four years.  Main Stream Media throwing 3-year-old style tantrums at each announcement of Cabinet positions in the upcoming administration.  Really?  I have seen elementary school playground fights that make more sense.

So, putting politics aside for now, I find that there are some other things that need my attention and are far more important to my family than the bs that passes for news these days.

My evenings and a day or two in the average week are spent organizing the genealogy information I have found online.  And searching for more.  Most of my family finds this dry as dust, but I would hope that eventually some of them might like to know where their ancestors came from.

In that same vein, my son asked me to write down the family stories that I had related to him as well as any others I remembered.  Some are rather serious like my paternal grandmother refusing to marry my grandfather until he signed a paper stating that he would abstain from drinking liquor.  He signed.  They married and went on to become parents of nine children.  Grandma was serious about this because sadly, her father was drunk a good share of the time.

Other stories are my memories of many of my parents and grandparents as well as my aunts and uncles who have all passed on.  I enjoy sharing my memories with my kids, especially since my family has many stories that are funny.  Like when my Dad and his brothers decided it might be fun to hoist the new car of the local banker, who was bragging about that car ad nauseum, onto the roof of his garage. (Keeping in mind that some sporty kinds of cars back in the 1920's weighed considerably less than they might now.)  Dad said the look on the banker's face when he realized where his car was, was worth it all!  We were blessed with good senses of humor in my family.  

Years ago, my Dad gave me a rather large cardboard box full of old photos.  I have since sorted them into large manila envelopes, one for each person and for family groups.  But most have no notation as to who the people in the photos are or what occasion the picture was taken for in the first place.  It occurred to me that when I am gone, my family will have no idea who is in many of the photos.

So this week I am digging out my scrapbooking supplies.  I am not talented enough in the craft of scrapbooking to fashion my own albums from scratch.  So, I am going the easy route.  Background papers will be cut to the size of 8.5 x 11.  Photos, descriptions and maybe a little bit of fru fru can go on each page, which will then fit inside a sheet protector and be organized in large 3-ring binders.  Hopefully, this will give my kids and grands something to show them who all of those relatives were.

I know that I maybe should be adding to the deep pantry stash, but I feel like there is a need to show the younger generation where they came from.  Some won't care.  But some might.  And for those who have an interest, the efforts on my part could just inspire someone to continue on with our family history.

I hope so.