We made it to California in a week not a day. Family history? Hold your britches. (That’s what they used to tell me. Not sure why. I assumed it meant wait a minute.) What did I know about the family? I am trying to remember stories. My parents have been gone for 10 years, and I can’t remember yesterday.
Okay I remember my Dad grew up on a farm in Iowa. I think the name was something simple, Jones or Brown. He was farmed out a lot of his childhood because his parents split up when he was about five. My Mom would tell me that when he was growing up he worked hard even at his young age. A typical Christmas morning for my Dad was up at the crack of dawn (that’s how they talked then), get the chores done, and get back to the house to celebrate Christmas. My Dad would have to go upstairs until the family finished with there Christmas celebration, and then he would get to come down and have Christmas dinner with them.
My Mom’s story is way better. Remember she was born on Christmas day. Christmas was a huge celebration for her growing up. Even though she lost her Mom when she was seven, Christmas was always great. Think of it this way. The whole family gets together to go to midnight mass. As they come out of the church, happy birthday Maggie. (They didn’t call her Maggie, but I didn’t want you to get lost.) How many kids get a happy birthday one hour into it? Not only that but, every one comes over on your birthday. And everybody brings something. A cherry pie for your birthday. A ham, mashed potatoes, a huge feast for your birthday. No one gets treatment like this on there birthday.
Oh yeah, that ancestry question. Got sidetracked, I have to start with my Aunt and Uncle. If you look up Genealogist in the dictionary you will most likely find there picture.
To be continued . . .
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