In the Beginning there was family, and after that many generations of family.
Somewhere the individuals get lost and fade with time.
Our lives are like meandering lace, entwined, twisted together, yet turning and wandering down different paths.
Some attempt to find those who have faded with time, and reconstruct the family that was and is for generations to come.
I am one of those people who have been exploring my family history.
I have fallen in love with the family and enjoy the hunt.
I hope that those who visit my blog also enjoy what I have to share.
To some this is a disaster,
to me it is a treasure.
Hidden gems and clues to our past.
And here is the beginning of organization.
Endless scanning of photos and placing into archival boxes.
Then sleeves? do I need to put them in sleeves?
How many?
And names....almost no names written on the back of the photos.
Almost 600 photos are scanned, yet the mountain of boxes remain.
I get to spend time with my parents, identifying and writing down stories for many of the photos.
What a privilege and blessing this whole process is.
Today I am thankful that my father was somewhat of a packrat, a casual family historian.
I am new to family history and genealogy. I learn more every day. I have made 3 family connections through Ancestry.com that I didn't know existed.
I have made contact to a couple family members through my parents. Everyone has been so wonderful and helpful.
Thank you all for your help, I hope you enjoy the journey with me.
Sincerely,
Kathy, the current generation Hall family historian.
