Sometimes I think writing about my daily life is worthless, but then I think about how valuable it would have been to have had a journal from one of my ancestors. I do wonder about their lives and what struggles and joys they faced. I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for them and I'd like to honor their lives somehow.
What was it like for them to leave their homes to come to a land they knew nothing about? My great-grandpa boarded a ship at a very early ago to come to America...he was barely old enough for facial hair! I'd like to know about how he and my great-grandma, Selma Anderson, met and fell in love. How did they handle their lives when the babies started coming?
Being Madison's great-grandma really brings the connections close to home for me. Did my great-grandparents get to see me, hold me, love me? The space of time between us is so short I can almost reach out and touch them. How I wish I could.
A place to unload the worries of the day and celebrate the knowledge I am not alone in this crazy world!
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