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Friday Family History: Stories Make it Real

I don't watch a lot of TV.  I grew up without one; I feel guilty if I'm not doing something productive; and if I'm watching at night, I often just fall asleep.  I do, however, have no problem turning on the set when I'm folding laundry, ironing, or doing a similar mindless task. 

This week, I watched an episode of "The Story Trek" on BYU-TV.  I am intrigued by the premise of the show--that everyone has a story to tell.  The reporter and his camera crew knock on random doors until someone agrees to be interviewed.  I enjoy hearing of challenges faced, dreams pursued, and lessons learned.  Everyone, no matter how humble or seemingly insignificant, really does have a story to tell.

Genealogy is not just some geeky hobby for those who have a need to fill out charts with names, dates, and places. (Although I must admit, that does bring satisfaction.)



Rather, and more importantly, family history research forms real connections between people, as we learn about our ancestors' stories. 

Just recently, I received an e-mail from a descendant of Grandma Whitehead, the same man who told me about the book, Souls for Sale.  He wrote to inform me of the passing of his father.  Even though I haven't met either of them in person, I feel saddened by the news.  They helped me learn more of the story of Grandma Whitehead. 

Everyone has a story.  What is something you have learned about your family history? 

Thankful thought:  Thanks for the Whitehead family, for welcoming me into the family circle. 



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  1. Cute blog! You have a lot of fun stuff on here. Found you over at Sew Many Ways.

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