The search for ancestors is sometimes a frustrating and a rewarding experience. Why is that? I propose that the search is the sometimes frustrating part; the finding is a partial reward. I don't have a specific story but I want to write about how the rewards come to us.
The children’s book, “If you give a Mouse a Cookie” reminds me of what happens when you start thinking of your blessings. The book starts out, “If you give a mouse a cookie, he’ll ask for a glass of milk…” When I think of what I am thankful for I can’t stop at one thing, I may start out thinking I am grateful for my life, that leads me to my family, and then I think how grateful I am for my home, and this land of liberty we live in, then I am reminded of all the hero’s that fought and are fighting for our freedoms and I feel blessed!
I visited a neighbor last night. She is 92 and bedridden. She has her TV at the foot of her bed, books along the side of her bed, videos and DVD’s for watching. Her mind is sharp but her body is frail, even at 92 and bedridden yet she still has a sense of purpose. I attribute that to the stories she could tell. She told me one very short story. As she spoke I could see in her eyes how valuable the memory was and the retelling of the story meant just as much to her as the actual experience. It was in the retelling that the event regained life.