Back in 2007 when we were clearing out Grandmargie’s house to get it ready to sell, Aunt Jeanne gathered up every document and photo that could potentially be of genealogical interest and put them into these cardboard boxes.
About a year-and-a-half later, I came home from my first semester of college. I was ready to spend a month relaxing, sleeping in, and hanging out with friends.
Then I got a call from Aunt Jeanne.
Essentially she said, “Hey Rebecca. I have three big cardboard boxes from Grandmargie’s house full of genealogical information. I don’t want them anymore; they’re taking up too much space. Do you want them?” Most people would’ve said no. I, on the other hand, enthusiastically said yes. Within days (if not sooner than that) Dad and I drove over and picked them up. As you can see, they’re massive.
I’ll be fully honest: I have never actually fully, completely gone through the boxes. They’ve defeated me before. But this time, I’ll defeat them. I hope you’ll join me for the first item next week.
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