This page* asked, “Will you celebrate your heritage?”
I’ve been thinking about ancestors lately, and the things they do or do not leave behind. The eighteenth anniversary of my mother’s death just came and went.
The ship shown above the rooflines above is a photo of the very vessel that transported my mother’s father, Albert Victor Jacques, from Hartlepool to New York. It arrived in this country on November 1, 1923, and he was 25 years old.
I am also wondering about how to collect these small shards of history and their images, if any, to pass them along. Here? In a private blog? On a thumb drive, and if so, what format? Anyone else tackling this?
Oh. And, it’s snowing again.
* Another two pages from Sketchbook Project, “It’s Not About Me – Questions for a Nineteen Year Old.” The entire book is pictured in the Arthouse Coop Digital Library, here.
Hi Dee–I am tackling my heritage memories in my Project Life. (PL) this year. I have put my quilts away for another time and am also using fabric on papers and stamping.
I have discovered many old, forgotten photos with (thank heavens) identifying notes on the backs.. and am.typing or handwriting my journaling cards along with the photos in pocket pages. Sort of a “Then and Now” idea. I love your post…and the little “Nana” sign is just so evocative….I felt compelled this year to put these memories in order along with my thoughts. It is a huge project as I want meaningful and interesting pages. Hugs–and more snow here, too!!-Julierose
I just passed the 11th year anniversary of my father’s passing… hard to believe so much time has passed, as I am sure you can relate too. I also spend a lot of time thinking about my ancestors, and like to think of them still actively watching over us and guiding us. And I thank them for that. As for archiving, I have a photo album for the best photos, along with a box where I keep papers and other mementos that I hope will be of interest to my children. So far, I haven’t done anything digital, but maybe someday. xo
I was going to start talking out loud here in type, but then I recalled a book I thoroughly enjoyed, The River Where Blood Is Born…the ancestors are always with us.