I’ve always thought it would be nice to know more about my family tree.
One of my soon-to-be stepdaughters has to work on a family tree for school, and just the other night, we talked about some of the people she could put on it.
We started with her mother, father, siblings and grandparents. The one’s she’s familiar with.
Her sister is more fair skin and has reddish hair, and enjoys talking to you about how she’s part Irish. I’m unsure what exactly their lineage is as I’ve never really talked to their family about it.
Come to think of it, I’ve never really talked to my family about it either.
I can rattle off some of the last names of those who I’m related to – Dixon, Logan, Lacks, Crews, Brumfield, Ridgeway, Parker – and, I’m sure I maybe left someone out.
Sometimes it can be hard to remember some of the different names.
Remembering names is important, but there’s so much more to learn about a person than a name.
I’ve always enjoyed human-interest stories and feature stories. Learning of someone’s life. Hearing their story. Seeing what they’re all about. Learning their ambitions and what their passionate about.
I’ll admit I don’t know as much about my own family’s history as I should, and I’ve always wanted to research it.
The library has an impressive history room, and the historical society is always on top of their game.
If I had the time, I believe I’d enjoy researching the Logans, the Dixons and the Lacks to learn more about my grandmothers’ and grandfathers’ roots.
Before my paternal grandmother, Della, passed away, I would sit in her kitchen and listen to her stories of her and her father running a convenience store in the neighborhood.
I don’t remember much of those stores except the candy cigarettes that I thought made me look cool and the pool table.
Contact with my mother’s mom is limited these days, as she isn’t having many visitors.
But, I’d give anything to sit with either grandmother and hear about their lives.
Maybe I’ll give her a call.