Opening the door to my first home sent butterflies scurrying as a rush of emotions raced through me. Knowing that I was really on my own had caused a more than a few sleepless nights, and now that the time had finally arrived, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take this new beginning. Part of me wanted to run back to my little island home in California and live with the grandmother that I adored and missed so desperately. Continue reading “A Home of My Own”
Through my blog, I have been blessed to meet writers that share the same passion for family research and family stories. One of my favorite bloggers, KTC from Princes, Paupers & Pilgrims: Our Predecessors & Me, has generated a unique site that shares family narratives with great detail. Her creative endeavors have continued to showcase a range of stories that travel across many generations. Recently, my friend nominated me for The Versatile Blogger Award. Without a doubt, her kindness gave me a sense of accomplishment as I share my own tales. Continue reading “The Versatile Blogger Award”
As a child, I loved sharing moments with my grandmother. She had a treasure box of photos that she would often take out of her closet, and she would talk about the people in each print. This photograph was part of my grandmother’s collection, but she never shared about the people in this image. I always wondered if this “Lion Pub” was a family business. Although no place description was listed, this photo was among family pictures from Detroit, Michigan, and Cherryvale, Kansas., and my grandmother’s family lived in these areas; however, she was also known to collect old photographs. Although this photo has remained a mystery, I love his picture, for it tells a story.
“Photography is the story I fail to put into words.”
— Destin Sparks
At the age of four, my family moved to Alameda, California. This little island tucked away in the San Francisco Bay showcased many Victorian homes. These beauties included everything from quaint cottages to astounding mansions and varying sizes in between. While living on the island, children that lived in these houses, often told wild tales about secret rooms or spoke of hidden treasure. My brothers and I would often search for hidden rooms and fortune too. When I was five or six, I did find a prize, an antique teapot from Holland. Continue reading “My Island Home”
“Home is where our story begins…”
What stories about home would you like to share? This week’s theme has so many delightful ways in which to showcase our family tales. Just upload your stories in the comments. Continue reading “Home — Week Ten”