When I talk about genealogy, Bruce’s eyes glaze over, and he makes grunting noises to make me think he’s listening to me, but I know he’s really thinking about how he’s going to plant the garden, finish building the shed, or plan our next trip.
Imagine my surprise then, when I came home from a day of research at the Family History Library to find Bruce had spread a box of his mother’s family papers around on the living room floor! When she was alive, Bruce’s mother, Doris (Davis) Bankhead, had done a lot of genealogy work on their family lines. At her passing in 2002, Bruce inherited a box of her research notes, letters, etc. But, there it was! Bruce had been going through his mother’s papers … looking for family!
I thumbed through the papers. It was heaven. I found ancestor journals, typewritten compiled histories, research notes, charts and reports! It was a genealogist’s dream … To a genealogist, a box of family papers is a gold mine. It’s better than a hot fudge sundae. It’s better than Disneyland. It’s better than a trip to the Family History Library. I would love to have a gift like that.
Do you have a gold mine sitting in a cardboard box?