The Things I Wish I Had Done Thirty Years Ago

There is an urgency to family history, which most  of us do not recognise when we are young.

All too often I have found mysteries in my tree, which I would dearly love to solve, only to realise that those who could give me answers were no longer around, when  only a few years previosly,  I might have been able to drop them a line or ask them in person.

  1. When my father died, he left behind a pile of paperwork to try to understand and photos to identify. How much easier would it have been, had  I talked to him more about it, while he were alive? As it turned out my Father had a whole other life online, as a family historian. Even my Mother could not answer my questions. Below I intend to compile a list of things which I wish I had done thirty years ago, which I intend adding to occasionally:-Going through every photo I could find, talking about them with previous generations and labelling them  with as much detail as possible.

 I arm so grateful to the people who did think to record these things in the past. Thanks to people like them, I have at least two illustrations of family members from the 1840s. As it is I am waiting for accurate facial-recognition and global sharing, to perhaps solve some mysteries for me.

When I have managed to get my timing right, it has thrilled me,  like the occasion I started googling an interesting name in an old address book. Never did I dream that I would find him both alive and using email. I was able to communicate with both him and his wife for an extended period, before he died, a few years ago. He had been part of major world events and through him, I began to feel part of them too. 

There was also the wife of the man who taught my Mother to ride. To my astonishment , a few posts online led me to her, through her granddaughter.  My Mother sobbed when I told her of my discovery and we were able to spend a wonderful day with her and her family. My Mother was like a young o.girl again that day

I will be telling these and many other stories in the blog posts which follow..

2, Recorded my grandparents telling their story. I have sveral voice recordings from my friend who died last year and I find it very comforting. If only I could listen to my grandparents telling their stories again.