rebecca_in_blue | A music to the past, sweet tones of perfect octaves...

I'm making a family tree for my mom's side of family. Or I'm trying to, anyway. My aunt began putting one together before she died, and I recently found her old file of papers and notes. It's been difficult to get it all organized into one document, but I'm enjoying it. I love researching family history, because you always find something interesting. Example: My grandfather was born on the exact same day that my grandmother's parents got married. I've also discovered that there was quite an excess of Maries in our family. In Cajun tradition, when you name a new baby, the first name is a saint name, and the middle name is the one that everyone uses. My grandmother's first name is Mary, her sisters both have the first name Marie, and all three of them go by their middle names.

I'm planning to visit the geneology library tomorrow and get some more work done. There are still a lot of names and dates to fill in. I'm sure that whatever family tree I compile, it won't be as good as the one that exists for my dad's side of the family: three solid volumes of ancestral information, dating back to 1784, containing everything you could ever want to know about every member of the family (all compiled by my great-uncle who used to work for the IRS).

Sara and I have discovered a great show on Animal Planet called Dogs 101. I might make a habit of watching it, which is saying something because I don't watch a lot of TV.

PS I just opened Sara's copy of Good Poems to look up the title to this entry, and the book opened to the exact poem that I wanted (A Walk Along the Old Tracks, Robert Kinsley).