She came today for a tiny, magical visit. A wisp of a thing who darted so fast that I could barely catch a glimpse of her. I could hear her more than I could see her. She filled the house with sunshine and the
Afton and Olive. Cousins. Afton can barely keep her sweet little kisses off of Olive’s head . . . and face . . . and fingers. I can barely keep my kisses to myself either. I am generous with both
journal entry: We are always searching for our ancestors. Their stories and their clothing and their faces and their tools. Their professions and their families. Their talents. Sometimes we follow clues but other times we barely know where
journal entry: It is impossible to compile and research family history without falling in love with cemeteries. Especially those where ancestors sleep. We discovered the burial places of many ancestors only recently. We discovered this mountain-top cemetery named Pleasant Green
journal entry: Oh, how I wish that I had been able to have a camera like I do today when my children were small. Think of all the faces and stages and special moments I could have recorded.
journal entry: It seems that people have long underestimated the importance of “funeral” photography. As my interest in Family History has deepened, I have developed a great appreciation for it. The death of those we love often brings together more
A Silhouette Cutting Machine was the Christmas present I bought for myself. I played around with this and that and finally settled on my first, real project. A Family Tree. I wanted it to be a folk-art style tree with
“Every book is a quotation; and every house is a quotation out of all forests, and mines and stone quarries; all people are quotations from all of their ancestors.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson- journal entry: Nothing has been more life-changing and