|Myra, Lillyan, Sarah|
My mother had such a huge effect on my interest in family history. I've written about how she and my grandmother used to tell me family stories when I was just a little girl and shared several of those stories on Mother's Day in 2011, 2012, and 2013. It's a pretty safe bet that I wouldn't have become a genealogist without my mother's influence.
I didn't get to see my Uncle Al often, as we lived on opposite sides of the country, but he was always friendly and welcoming to us. I heard only good stories about him from my mother and grandmother (his sister). He seemed to be a genuinely nice person every time I saw him, and he maintained a cheerful outlook on life.
|Betty, Bert, Catherine|
My grandfather was a pretty impressive guy. His family was not well off, and he lost a leg at the age of 13. But he went on to have three marriages and another significant relationship, father seven children, and work as a civil engineer for the U.S. Army and U.S. Air Force. His leg didn't slow him down; he even drove vehicles with stick shifts. My first job, not counting babysitting, was working for him in his stamp shop. I learned about stamps and coins, and also how to use hot lead to make rubber stamps. I tell people that "old" doesn't start until 80 because that's when he began to slow down (a little).
Even now, twenty years later, it's difficult to think about how that January did a number on me. But I'm glad I can share memories of my mother, uncle, and grandfather and celebrate their lives and the good memories I have of them.