The entirety of 2013, I was anxiously awaiting the end of grad school so that I could focus more time on genealogy. I had all kinds of plans, for this blog, for my research and for getting my home office organized so that I could do things more effectively.
Well, I graduated in December. Try as I might, I just can’t get into it. I’m sure part of it is the weather. My office is in the northwest corner of my house, which is also the coldest. It’s not a place I want to spend a lot of time these days.
But a big part of it is that the person I shared my discoveries with is no longer here. I started researching my mom’s side of the family because I wanted to know more about it. There was much she didn’t know, so we were learning new details together. Some of my favorite conversations with her were the ones where I said the right combination of words that triggered something in her memory that had been misplaced for years. When I started this blog, she was the first person I told about it, and she left my very first comment on my very first post.
When I called Mom with new information, whether she truly felt it or not, she did a great job of sounding excited about whatever minute detail I’d managed to dig up. She inspired me to keep digging. When she moved from SC to NC in late 2012, she was able to get several boxes of photographs out of storage, photos that had belonged to her mother and grandmother. I couldn’t wait to go through those pictures with her.
Now, the photos are in my possession. It was my goal to start scanning them to share them with the rest of the family. I’m just not sure they really care.
The scary part is that I’m not really sure I do anymore, either. I need some encouragement and perhaps a little push to get back into the swing of things. Or maybe just a little time to miss my mom.