I’m blessed that my 84-year-old grandmother lives with me. My grandma is full of spunk. She is witty even though she can’t remember what day or month it is. (She still thinks it’s January and last Sunday she dressed for church in a heavy sweater before I made her change!)
This photo is my Grandma Dolores and my Uncle Joe who served in World War II. Even though he was thirteen years her elder they were best friends. (Do you notice her dimples? Yes, she passed them down.)
Just last week I started thinking more about my family history. Maybe it’s because I’m reading through the Bible, and it’s so clear to me how generations impact each other.
On my grandma’s side, my family history includes World War II service and surviving the Great Depression. My grandma grew up living in a box car. It includes immigration. Her parents immigrated from Mexico. It includes loss. My great-grandfather died when she was just a young girl.
I have photos of my grandma’s family, but not many stories. My goal is to continue to have my grandmother tell me her stories, so they won’t be lost. And with each of her stories I discover a little more of mine. I understand my resilience and determination. I understand my care for others.
I don’t know much about the people in the photos that follow, but I’m determine to find out. They were people who lived, loved and laughed. I can see so much character in their faces … and in their smiles I see mine.
What about you? What’s your story? What characters are in your family tree?