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If you are, like me, beginning to climb your family tree, you are probably already overwhelmed with the amount of information (good and not so good) that you are finding. Your grandmother finds a box of photos in the basement, Ancestry.com is sending you so many green leaves with hints, that you think you may go mad, and of course there are so many different branches in the tree that it is sometimes challenging to remember who belongs to who (and in what chronological order they appear).
This is the situation where I now find myself. I've been racking up the ancestor matches on Ancestry for a couple of years now and several of my family lines are now back to the late 1600s and early 1700s. I have a box of loose photos and several photo albums (one that even has tin photos!), family bibles, obituaries, school year books, and baptismal documents suitable for framing.
This is great, I know, but I have so much information for so many people (and yet, I'm lacking so much information for so many people) that I'm struggling to find a way to keep it all organized.
I want a place where I can put photos of our ancestors along with stories of their lives in an effort to "get the whole picture" in one place.
I'm not sure a blog is the best place for this, but for now, it will be. I'm not interested in creating a website and paying for a domain and web hosting and all the rest of that ~ not now anyway, as I try and get my feet under me and determine, through trial and error, how best to manage this project.
The blog title is in honor of my maternal grandparents, who had apple trees in their yard when I was a kid. I remember going out to help pick apples so Grandma could make pies. We would eat them fresh off the trees, and pick up the rotten ones on the ground with Grandpa so he could mow the lawn. When I think of apple trees, I think of them.
With care, the trees bear fruit ~ without the tree, the apples would not exist. As it is with apples, it is with us. Without our ancestors we would not exist. I know that hidden up in that tree are beautiful red apples, just waiting for me to find them.
This is the situation where I now find myself. I've been racking up the ancestor matches on Ancestry for a couple of years now and several of my family lines are now back to the late 1600s and early 1700s. I have a box of loose photos and several photo albums (one that even has tin photos!), family bibles, obituaries, school year books, and baptismal documents suitable for framing.
This is great, I know, but I have so much information for so many people (and yet, I'm lacking so much information for so many people) that I'm struggling to find a way to keep it all organized.
I want a place where I can put photos of our ancestors along with stories of their lives in an effort to "get the whole picture" in one place.
I'm not sure a blog is the best place for this, but for now, it will be. I'm not interested in creating a website and paying for a domain and web hosting and all the rest of that ~ not now anyway, as I try and get my feet under me and determine, through trial and error, how best to manage this project.
The blog title is in honor of my maternal grandparents, who had apple trees in their yard when I was a kid. I remember going out to help pick apples so Grandma could make pies. We would eat them fresh off the trees, and pick up the rotten ones on the ground with Grandpa so he could mow the lawn. When I think of apple trees, I think of them.
With care, the trees bear fruit ~ without the tree, the apples would not exist. As it is with apples, it is with us. Without our ancestors we would not exist. I know that hidden up in that tree are beautiful red apples, just waiting for me to find them.
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