Somehow I became the genealogist for my family. Well, it really all starts with me. And got serious with the arrival of the Kid. I wanted him to know where his heritage lies. I started out slowly in the satellite offices of the Mormon church in Los Angeles, hanging out in the dark, dusty basement archives on Saturdays. It grew slowly with the interviews of my family and then Streeter’s Dad’s families. It really took off when I found http://www.ancestory.com. And then when my parents got sick and we had to clean out their house and distribute most of their stuff, I ran across two drawers in my Mom’s china hutch crammed with birth, wedding and obituaries cut from newspapers, birth and graduation announcements and funeral fliers. In their guest room, I found boxes of Christmas and birthday cards, letters and notes from family and friends. In the living room, was a chest hand made by my Dad, that was filled with photo albums and individual photos. Hundreds and hundreds. It was one thing that I was always happy about, that my Dad loved to take pictures of the family.
I have spent hundreds of hours going through those photos with various members of my family. Most we were able to identify and I have marked most of the photos. I had the Kid spend a good chunk of last summer scanning the photos into the computer, although I’ve barely made a dent in the enormous cache. I sorted and mailed off a large percentage of the photos to my surviving seven siblings and it has left me still with thousands of photos. I don’t know exactly what to do with all of them, but I love each one of those photos… evidence of my heritage. I have chosen some very special photos and had them enlarged and framed, even had some very unique photos restored. My home is crammed with photos of my family and my son’s father’s family.
This is the main hallway downstairs, about 30 feet of wall that houses some of my favorite photos. I love the eclectic assortment of frames dotted with five small shelves that house some very special photos of my (step) grandchildren.
My favorite photographic subject, of course, is my son. Or as I refer to him here, the Kid. When he was born, he became my whole world and I took a million photos. The upper landing of my staircase is for some of his photos, mostly him in his Halloween costumes (all handmade, by the way) and some school photos. He is such a photogenic boy, the camera just loves him.
The walls of my home are covered with projects, photos and art. Some may say that it is cluttered, others use words such as “busy” or “messy”. I like to think that my home is cozy and comforting and comfortable. I like to think of my home as a great big hug and it holds me close whenever I am within it’s walls.
I moved to Missouri about seven and a half years ago from California and was financially able to take a year off from working and put my heart and soul into building my dream home. My signature style is all over this house and I hope to share with you pieces of it from time to time.
This was taken about a year after we moved in. And about six months after adopting our puppy, Ashla, that’s her near the mailbox.
Thanks for dropping in. Happy Crafting, y’all…