Thursday, June 10, 2004
Great Grandma's Treasure (The Ennis Family)
I know in one of my other journals I spoke of my love of genealogy. I have been researching my family names now for years. It all started when I was a little boy, I found that I could get the adults to talk to me and really open up when I would ask them questions about old pictures that were in the house. I also would hear wonderful stories that my grandparents would tell me of their families and parents and grandparents. What started off as a hobby turned into a passion. I'm not sure how many people out there remember their great grandparents but I lucky enough to remember 3 of mine. The one I remember best is my Great Grandma Annie. I was really young and my memories of her have faded. But I remember her big house with the swing in the front. I remeber her happy eyes that had a light like no other. But mostly I remember her hands. The reason I remember her hands was because when she died my Papa took her hands and asked me to look at them. He held his moms hand for the last time, and for some reason I can still see her hands. She was very beautiful also even in older age. I also remember the nursing home she was in and visiting her and my great grandfather there. I was loved so much by all the people staying there, I always had a fondness for the elderly, I wonder if this is the reason. Well one of the main reasons I would say I loved genealogy was the treasure my great grandmother left. She left many old photo's in a little suitcase in the tobacco barn. When I opened up that suitcase and saw all those photo's of eyes and faces of those that came before me I was hooked. The old pictures fascinated me. Family reunions were my favorite times. I remember being a young historian, standing up in front of everyone at the church reunions and telling the congregation what I had learned. Thanks Great Grandma!