My dining room table is covered with a trove of genealogical treasures. My dad was back east this week visiting my grandfather. While he was there, I got him to pick up a box family documents and photographs. It filled a suitcase and my dad dropped it off at my house this afternoon. I excited – like a child on Christmas morning excited. I’ve already spent several hours tonight going through all the photographs and documents, sorting them into like piles. I’ve located photographs of ancestors I know very little about – these photographs are the first inkling of any real information I have about them.
I can’t wait to start really digging into the information and finding out new information about all my ancestors contained in all these documents. I’m down right giddy – and intimidated by the sheer volume.