My grandmother started genealogy research shortly after I was born. She spent the next 50 years writing letters, driving across the country to cemeteries, libraries, wherever the research took her (even to Scotland!).
Special thanks for my very talented granddaughter for narrating this story.

My father Philip was born into the segregated south. His best friend and brother from another mother was Harold, the son of Philip's nanny. However, once the boys started school, they were separated and never allowed to be friends again simply because of their race.

This is my family of great grandparents, the photo was faded to the point it was almost impossible to see, now you can see the people in the photo and it was wonderful to see these faces which I was really interested in seeing. This is a wonderful product for the future generations to see the past generations.

Having never met either of my grandfathers, my grandmothers were an important part of my life. They were always there for me - especially at important events and times of the year (we did not live nearby).

And then there's mom - truly an angel - to me and to others. Giving her love as a nurse - and to her own family.

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