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Remembering Grandpa by Creating Him
We stood in the basement of my grandma’s old house, the place I visited every Sunday afternoon as a child. I was now an adult. While I knew she had passed away years ago, as had the man with me, the moment felt so real. The security of his arms around me, the steady rise…
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Old Family Pictures & Genealogy: Our Connection to the Past
I can still remember sitting at the dining room table in my grandma’s house and looking at old family pictures. Those days were at least 25 years ago now. When you’re a kid, time almost seems to stand still. Those Sunday afternoons at Grandma’s house seemed like they would never end. Now I cannot believe…