Twas the Day After Christmas and all through the house every creature was stirring especially my spouse. The stockings were strewn all over the floors with ribbons and wrappings creating more chores.
So what was your family history gift to the clan this year? A subscription to a favorite site? A DNA kit? Or tickets to RootsTech? Mine was my late mother's biography. I've worked on it for two years trying to balance the essentials of her story with the potential overkill parts. You know, the parts where the grandkids are likely to slam the book shut and say, "That was really nice, Pop Pop. Let's go somewhere!" And never open it again.
There are lots of photos, many from the days when the world was entirely black and white for some reason, but not an excessive number. You have to pick and choose which ones best tell her story. That's sometimes an agonizing process and something of a responsibility.
And what of those secrets she hid from me while here, but my sleuthing skills brilliantly revealed? Like the truth behind the time she stowed away on a ship to Hawaii? And the facts about her first marriage? When she gave me the guy's name and the marriage date, she made me promise not to look any further into it. I was good with that, but then FamilySearch.org digitized the marriage record and it came to me. What was I supposed to do? The guy was 42 and she was 23. Apparently that was the big deal. Funny the things in our lives we think will cause others to raise an eyebrow. Okay, that did. But only for a minute. I really don't care. She was a great mom and I miss her.