When my grandmother became involved with researching her family tree, and then passed the bug to my mother, I dutifully spend time scrolling through documents with them at the public libraries. Many years later I copied their hard work on to ancestry.com where more than a few people have used it to complete their family trees.
History has also been intriguing for me, not dull. I would imagine how life was during a time period, what the women did, how location, connections and sometimes just luck could make all the difference in someone's (and the future generations) life. I always wanted to know more about the person than just their name, location of birth, birthdate, and date of death. I want to know what they believed, did they like their work/life, what was their story?
Maybe that is why I like stories. Reading is vital to me and so is writing. I was writing stories in the first grade on the back of coloring sheets because I was bored. I would sit in round-robin reading groups moaning in my head as the other children stumbled over words. I would often read several stories ahead and then get into trouble because I didn't know where I was supposed to read when called upon. I cannot recall a time when I didn't know how to read or wasn't reading a book. I often read books that were way over my head in several areas but I had run out of things to read and I would raid my mother and grandmother's stacks of novels. My mother eventually caught on to this and wisely began to put classics into her bookcase and I would read them thinking I wasn't supposed to.
So with all that being said, I vow this year to continue reading, hopefully learning and teaching and sharing with those who are interested.
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