Have you ever wondered what life was like for your parents, your grandparents or any of the previous generations in your family? What kind of childhood did your parents or grandparents have? How did they meet? Did they know each other long or was it a whirlwind romance?
Some of the most interesting family and historical information can be found in the personal journals and letters of our ancestors and the oral family history passed down from generation to generation. It gives us an insight into a lifestyle quite unlike our own. It helps fill in some of the puzzle pieces we find missing in our genealogy searches. It put “flesh to the bones” of our ancestors. It gives us a sense of our own history.
If you are fortunate enough to have access to some of these documents or have heard those stories or still have elderly family members who could tell them to you, I strongly encourage you to pull this information together.
Letters and journals should be preserved. Conversations with family members can be recorded or transcribed or simply encourage them to write down the information.
You may say to yourself “Well, I know nothing about my ancestors. None of them left journals or saved any letters. No one ever shared any family stories with me…or…there was no one to share family stories.”
It’s unfortunate if that’s the case. You may have nothing to draw from. Your genealogy puzzle may be harder to complete. The family’s history will have voids in it. Those wonderful, little human details will be more difficult to find…if they can be found at all.
I’ve been very fortunate to be part of a family where the older members constantly shared our oral family history with us as we were growing up. I know a little of what it was like growing up in a small farming community in the late 1800s, what it was like to live in the western Canadian plains before World War I, the trials of raising a large family during the Depression and the joy, the laughter and the hardships endured during all these times.
I recently read “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn,” and it gave me a whole different perspective of what life was like during the pre-World War I period in Brooklyn, New York. And it got me thinking.
We can’t go back and re-write history. We can’t write the great American novel…well, most of us can’t. But we can record today’s history for our future generations. Yes, your children, grandchildren or great-grandchildren may someday wonder about you and your life. Maybe not them personally, but there will be somebody in the future wondering what life was like in the 20th and early 21st centuries. It doesn’t have to be a blog or to be published…just get the word downs.
So, give it some thought…think about putting that pen to paper or fingertips to keyboard and sharing your life and your past with your family (current and future), with your friends…and maybe even with the rest of the world.
I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas!
Winter is not my favorite season. My fingers and toes were frostbit when I was a teenager, so I don’t like the cold. I’m too old and decrepit to start ice skating again…it was my favorite winter sport as a child. I don’t have a garage and dislike clearing the ice and snow off my car if I want to go any place.
But I like the seasonal changes that take place where I live. And new-fallen snow is really, really beautiful. And I now have my first goose-down coat. Aaaah, life is good.
Yesterday as I went out into the new snow…in my new very warm jacket…this is what I encountered.
I now think winter just might be my favorite season…for now.
I’ve not been very good about posting lately (my life is in a bit of chaos). But, I thought I’d try to get back into the ‘holiday mood’ by re-posting this from two years ago.
“When I was a kid, Halloween nights were very memorable. There were so many kids in our neighborhood that I can remember what seemed like a mass of humanity flowing from house to house for blocks. We had pillow cases full of candy by the end of the evening. One year my sister Teacher and I were dressed as Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy. When we didn’t stay close to each other, people tended to think someone was coming back for seconds and wouldn’t give the straggler didn’t get any candy.
That taught me a good lesson: stay close to my sister. I have ever since, and she is my best friend.”
I came across this recently, and being the mad genealogist that I am, I thought I’d share this with you. I often think about my ancestors…the many great-grandparents…and wonder what they were like.