Not mine, not a family history graduate, my son graduated from high school this week. Time keeps ticking along. It seems like yesterday that he was graduating from Kindergarten. Amazing how his sister ten years older than he would be teaching the little ones in the same room that he attended only twelve years ago. Things have changed. Maggie stepped into the building as a five year old and stepped out of the same building twelve years later as a high school graduate in 1948, Kevin started Kindergarten in Maine, finished Kindergarten in Wilmington California on the other side of the Country. First grade was in Connecticut, second grade Vallejo, California. Twelve years twelve schools? Not that bad, maybe nine schools. It wasn’t easy keeping our children in the same schools for twelve years.
Why couldn’t they teach me how to remember family history in school. I learned algebra, and trig. Why not teach the importance of family history. In the seventh grade (Junior High School when I attended, where did the term middle school come from? I digress) In the seventh grade they should have a class, Family History 101, that teaches you how to interview your grandparents. In the eight grade, Family History 201, how to interview your parents. If only I would have asked a few questions.
My first gift to you, if I can figure out how to attach it, “In The Life Of”. Get out the video camera and have your kids ask grandma and grandpa a few questions. https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&pid=explorer&chrome=true&srcid=0B6827uafnKGDZWEyZGZmNjMtMTAyMC00OTAwLWE5YzgtMjI5YmNhZmI5MGIy&hl=en_US&authkey=CNCkn_EO
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