When my mom died I was entrusted with old family papers and photos. At the time it was all too painful to process, and I had just had my third born, so into a box it all went.
And we have moved twice since. Well, finally, while digging for a skirt that had fallen waaaaaay back into the neither-world of our closet, I rediscovered THE BOX.
It contains mostly family tree stuff. So far it has been a very interesting read. For example, it turns out Stephen Hopkins is my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather. Seems like a rather interesting guy. (I find it ironic that this is through my mother’s family. Stephen Hopkins seemed to like his liquor. My mom died of alcoholism.)
Anyway, that has been my little side project these last couple days.