Before You Remember
Many years ago, my mother casually mentioned “There was a funeral home before the one you remember.” And with those words, the quest began. The One I Remember I was just a toddler when.…
The Beginning
Once upon a Christmas, Santa brought me my first camera, a Kodak Brownie Starmite. I’m not certain what it was about photography that captured my attention when I was so young, but it has.&#…
My Happy Place
The reasons we become involved with family history vary. I have genealogist friends who search tirelessly for that last elusive proof in a family’s lineage – whether it is for their family or for some…
Sharing Stories in a Virtual World
Early on, Tim told me that he wanted our family to camp. He had fond memories of camping trips with his family and he wanted us to create the same kind of memories for our children. The first opportun…
