My father loved to talk about our family history as well as the history of our small
village and parish. What a memory he had! As a
young girl, I loved listening to his stories. I never thought to take
notes. I was, however, blessed to have a memory almost as good as
his.
Over the years, several attempts were made to create our family tree on
paper. The double cousins and such created a few obstacles; preventing
him from ever accomplishing the task. For example, my great-great
grandmother's sister married my great grandfather's uncle. Boggles the
mind!
In later years, he began recording the information on cassette tapes.
Sometimes he recorded conversations with his aunt to capture even more
family history. Other tapes contain stories about the old families from
the village; including dates of birth, dates of death, who married who,
and the names of their children.
These recordings provide great details on things such as the different
businesses established from the 1920s through the 1940s, the locations
of the best fishing and swimming holes, the games children played, and
some pretty amusing stories about the local "characters" of the
village.
As I listened to these recordings, I was struck by the fact that he often paused and wondered aloud as to whether anyone would actually listen to his tapes. Would anyone really care or realize the importance of
remembering the history of our community and those who had gone before us?
My father passed from this life in 2002. The recordings he left behind are true treasures. I created this blog in an effort to capture and share the history that he so loved.
Rest in peace, Bruce. And know that I listened.
My father passed from this life in 2002. The recordings he left behind are true treasures. I created this blog in an effort to capture and share the history that he so loved.
Rest in peace, Bruce. And know that I listened.
My father holding my daughter, 1990 |
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