I became interested in my family history after seeing some black and white photographs in my Grandmothers guest bedroom. They had hung in the same place for as long as I can remember, but I had no idea who these people were. They were obviously important to my grandmother or she would not have hung them on the wall. These people are part of who my Grandmother was and in extension, they are part of who I am.
My Grandmother also had a journal that was given to her for Christmas. In it were questions about her life from childhood to present. Each day my Grandmother answered the questions and then gave it my father after she finished it. It is one of the best things we have, in my opinion. I learned a lot about my Grandmother after reading the journal. These were stories that no one would have know had she not written them down.
I began to think about others who had similar stories that were lost because of this. While I don't know most of my ancestors, their stories should not be forgotten. Many of them were pioneers, moving to a new country and then continuing to move inward to the midwest. I admire the grit it took to do this and now I want to know their names and anything else I can find out.
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