Every once in a while I look at old family photos of my mother, father, and grandparents. The photos bring up many more questions than they do answers. I'm amazed how little I know of their lives prior to me being of enough to remember anything. I wonder what their day to day life was like. Their joys, their happiness, and what they had to overcome. So many questions that will never be answered. Many had died before I was born. Everyone else has long since passed away. So there's no one alive that would know anything. No records, no journals, no diaries. Just old photos that survived by some miracle with few notes or dates. Some dated back to 1885. Sometimes the thought of a time machine seems very appealing. To go back to see and learn about their lives.
I guess the downfall of every generation looking back, is that when they had to opportunity to ask and learn about family history they were not interested. And later, when they wondered and wanted to know, it was to late to ask... everyone has passed.
I guess the downfall of every generation looking back, is that when they had to opportunity to ask and learn about family history they were not interested. And later, when they wondered and wanted to know, it was to late to ask... everyone has passed.
So all that remains is old photos and unanswered questions.
There's a lesson here...
Ask... befirevits too late.
