Last night her husband told me her sad news and the reason she hadn’t been in contact with me. She has dementia.
It’s such a wicked thing to think that after years of researching our family history and all those amazing stories we had undiscovered together are now lost to her.
I remember the excitement we shared as she learnt how to use a computer to record all the information, which now lays untouched in her study. Her dear husband said, ‘I been thinking about you, Paula as no one else is interested in the family, would you like Vanda’s research.’
I realise now when family historian gather together the pages of our place in history, it’s really for ourselves and not for future generation, as it has no value to other family member because it is only the things of monetary value most people want, the things you see on the antique road show.
Here are two things I’ve collected linking my family’s part in history
1) Medals of an ancestor who serviced in two World Wars, sold by his son which I was lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time to buy the lots. They will be on show in Whitby museum this year. 2) Information about two ancestors and their place in history which brought about the end of the whaling industry in Whitby.
Now which do you think has the most value?
I would like to think every thing has a real value without have a price tag on it. That history can teach us much about who we are, where our roots lay and our place in every day history of the common man.
Maybe I’m too much of a dreamer, a teller of stories. Uncovering my history, my family history has give me a real understanding of what makes me who I am today.
Best wishes, and thank you for reading my posting.
Paula R C.