Nostalgia..reigns supreme with me.
I seem to be the one in the family..the keeper of stories.
the geneologist;the one who inherited all the family photos from generations past.. tin types, photoboardspostcards,letters..cherished for generations...
each with a story..
And it is now my turn to tell their stories..
through research of government Census records at county courthouses..marriage, birth and death records at vital statistics departments...
Fortunately on my fathers side, I have the family bible records which documents Six generations..
For my mom's side..just stories handed down through the years..faded photographs which were cherished..and so priceless.
The elegant bride..my great,great,great,great
The buggy girls..where were they heading..to Church for Easter service? The trees were leafed and they were dressed in lightweight clothing..
And who are these adorable cotton tops?
I know each of my siblings and I were blonde in the early years..and all except me had Daddy's exceptionally dark hair and coal black eyes. From where did my green eyes originate.?Both families can trace Dutch,Irish,and Cherokee Indian lineage..
And here we are in 1951 playing in a washtubs of sunwarmed water..note the wringer washer on the back porch..
and note my haircut..it resembles the children' of another generation!
As I pour through the photos, searching for clues, I am presented with the life of a simpler time...where family worked together,played together, prayed together.. and stayed together ..in life and in death..
Now with the advent of digital photography and archiving,geneology has taken on a whole new role for preserving our past and present well into the future!
Please..document your collections with names, dates and locations..so the next "keeper of the stories" will not have such a difficult time of passing them on..
*My family through the years and years.*
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