Genealogists and family historians get a lot of satisfaction from chasing their ancestors’ stories. Finding a diary, a message on a postcard, or a photo with a name attached is like the sun coming out after a storm. One day we will be somebody’s ancestor. We need to leave our descendants a little bit of sunshine too. So here is my story told alphabetically, not chronologically: Growing Up in Cradock.
is for yearbooks.
Yearbooks are where our friends just wrote stupid stuff. I don't have room for ALL the stupid stuff, and besides, who wants to read it? Here are just a few of the kinds of end of year messages we all wrote to each other sending us off for the summer with fond memories of our friends.
(Click on images to enlarge them if you really want to read it!)
The verdict is in: I am definitely cute and sweet.
Yippee! There will be no yawning over the yarns yielded by yuppies, youngsters, yokels, and yodelers over yonder at the A to Z April Challenge.
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