From Whence Comes the Man?
Is there any question that we are products of those who raised us? They are products of those who raised them, and in what circumstances they may have found themselves. I think that may be why I am so interested in family research, or genealogy. The drop-down box under Genealogy (above) will take you to some records that might be of interest to researchers. I will continue to add information as I am able. Most of it is in the form of indexes I have compiled on my own.
A few months ago, my brother-in-law, Dave, showed all the family a few old photo albums he had amongst his belongings. He didn't remember from whom they came, but they included photos from his father's youth. I had never seen these photos before, and couldn't wait to have my opportunity to sit down with them. Each page's turn was a new discovery, and after almost 34 years of being the subject's daughter-in-law, I was finally viewing a window into his life that I didn't know existed.
I never knew my father-in-law. He died in his late 50's, just two weeks before Steve's mission in France was over. Steve and I didn't meet until he'd been home for a few months. After we got engaged, my father ran into a friend who lived near Steve's parents' home. After some conversation about our engagement, my dad asked of the friend, "What kind of man was Joe Quinn?" The friend gave a glowing report of this man whose son would soon become his own, and my dad wasn't surprised by it, having had many interactions with Steve.
My parents are crazy about Steve, and no matter what my dad's friend had said about Steve's father, I believe they would have still welcomed him into our family with open arms. However, I know that the man my husband is now, became such, thanks to the man who was just a little flag-waving patriot in the photo above and the woman in the photo below, his mother Beverly.
A few months ago, my brother-in-law, Dave, showed all the family a few old photo albums he had amongst his belongings. He didn't remember from whom they came, but they included photos from his father's youth. I had never seen these photos before, and couldn't wait to have my opportunity to sit down with them. Each page's turn was a new discovery, and after almost 34 years of being the subject's daughter-in-law, I was finally viewing a window into his life that I didn't know existed.
I never knew my father-in-law. He died in his late 50's, just two weeks before Steve's mission in France was over. Steve and I didn't meet until he'd been home for a few months. After we got engaged, my father ran into a friend who lived near Steve's parents' home. After some conversation about our engagement, my dad asked of the friend, "What kind of man was Joe Quinn?" The friend gave a glowing report of this man whose son would soon become his own, and my dad wasn't surprised by it, having had many interactions with Steve.
My parents are crazy about Steve, and no matter what my dad's friend had said about Steve's father, I believe they would have still welcomed him into our family with open arms. However, I know that the man my husband is now, became such, thanks to the man who was just a little flag-waving patriot in the photo above and the woman in the photo below, his mother Beverly.