I have been the family historian now for fifty years. It all began when my grandmother sent me a box of artifacts and some photographs which had belonged to her father and her grandfather.
They were meaningless to me, at that point in time I only knew of 10 family members still alive and most of them were ancient and not talking to each other anyway.
But I kept the stuff as a curiosity. Later in life, I used them to pick my grandmother's brains for information about the family.
I even wrote a book on the family which people are still upset by. Sigh, sometimes truth does not equal reality. And in a family of liars, well, there are many stories which are pure bunk!
I got my oldest American second cousin, in California, to agree to replace me as historian. She is pretty nice young lady and about the only one in the family whom does talk to me regularly :) So, being nice to Kris equals you get the family goodies! Of course this should make even more people uncontrollably angry with me! :)\ (sometimes this family and its dysfunction really cracks me up!)
So, 12 hours of sorting postcards, pictures and notes. Divided them up to return to whom should have them and the best of everything I am keeping for the family archive, which I will shortly be shipping off to California.
I sort of figure that with 6 majors operations in the past 1.5 years, I need to be thinking in terms of not always being around ....
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