Over the last week, I've been thinking a lot about how I want to write my Grandpa's life history for his 90th birthday. Which, frankly, isn't going to happen. At least, not by his birthday, which is May 2. It's too big of a job to fit into the time that I have left, and my free time is so limited as it is. But last weekend, I was looking at the pedigree information that my dad has provided on my grandpa's side. He dutifully did his 4 generation chart and no more. There is so much out there, and the man who knows it all is about to turn 90! My dad and his siblings all have stories they remember from growing up, but as far as I know, nothing is recorded on paper, or in any kind of organized way. Last weekend I googled the name of my great-great-grandpa, and the city he was born in. I came up with the coolest article about women photographers in the late 1800's in Iowa. And guess what, my great-great-grandpa and his wife (and his sisters) were all photographers! How freakin' cool is that?
And in other family history news, there may be a breakthrough in the great-great-grandpa of Eric's that was left on a doorstep in Scotland. Everyone on his side of the family knows that this is a big deal... this line has been at a dead end for decades. He'll be in Oregon for business this coming week, so I'm sure he plans to investigate the lead.
So now I will have to split my non-existent free time between my photography habit and the geneology habit. Or I will just have to sleep less. Or I will need to clone myself. Maybe I could make a clone of myself that likes to do housework, and then that would free the real me up for the fun stuff. What do you think?
