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I Don't Have to Wait Until 2018



January is over, or will be in a few more hours.  I didn't accomplish everything I had hoped to do this month--in fact, I didn't even begin some projects.  January comes with such hope:  this is the year I will (fill in the blank.)  Sometimes January ends with resignation and defeat.  Oh well, there's always next year. 

Why do we do that to ourselves?  We don't have to wait for another year, another month, another week, or even another day.  If there is something you want to do, make it happen!  (At least that is the little pep-talk I sometimes give myself.)

One thing I was going to do in January was to write about the #52Stories Project.  In short, the #52Stories Project provides prompts each week to help people write their personal history. I was going to introduce the concept and then write a post each week that went along with the weekly prompt.  Obviously, that didn't happen.  I have a couple of different options now:  1. I could forget about it altogether.  2.  I could start in January 2018.  3.  I could make my own hashtag: #48Stories.  4.  I could leave the hashtag alone and just jump in as soon as I can. 

I choose option 4.  Would you like to join me?  Let's give ourselves a week to think about each question.  The prompt we can write about next week, then, is:  Do you know the story of how your grandparents met and fell in love? 

You can publish your answer in a blog post, write it down in a notebook, or document it some other way--the important thing is to preserve the memories. 

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Thanks for prompts, and for second (or more) chances! 

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  1. I like this idea! I do know their stories, but I don't know that my children know their stories and one of my goals this year was to share more family history with my children. Thanks for the prompt. I'll get on it right away.

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    1. You can also save the stories to familysearch.org, so they will be available to all descendants.

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  2. This is a wonderful idea and you make such a good point, we are always putting off beginning, why not just begin rather than waiting for another "perfect starting time" which never happens. I do not know the stories of my grandparents meeting, but I do know a little history of them, and perhaps I will share that.

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    1. What you know is probably more than subsequent generations know.

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  3. Sounds like a fun project. Sadly, I know very little about my grandparents - all but one died before I was born.

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    1. That is sad, but even writing what you do know can be helpful for future generations.

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