For the past ten days I have been embroiled in the virtual world of Picasa and old family photos. When Picasa boosted their photo allowance to 5 G. I suddenly realized that the old photos scanned last year could now be arranged and shared with some ease. Here is one of the photos I found that has me reflecting on life in general:
Genealogies took up some of my time as well. My mom had worked on her side of the family, however, the paternal side was only partially completed. It was similar to putting together a puzzle. After pulling this all together, I would venture two observations: women generally had 8 kids, of which two would not live past infancy. Ten or twelve was frequent. And once women began getting education and moved off the farms, they chose to have only two or three. Gee, how about that?
And so, I am thankful. Although I live on a small farm, the climate is mild, and there may be lots of work, but it's not back-breaking toil. My great-grandmothers had to know how to sew and quilt because they were survival skills. I turn to needle, thread and fabric for artistic expression. Yet, I would pay homage to the women who preceded me and thank them. I would not be here if it were not for them.
And now I can get back to my work/play.