As busy as things are around the Goodnight Gram household, when I get any free time, I still try to climb the family tree. Right about now, I feel like I’ve attached a swing to one of the branches and am sitting with my head leaned way back and my hair hanging down as I point my feet to the sky and go back and forth, back and forth under the watchful branches and leaves of my ancestry! A leaf-in-law on my tree, whom I have yet to meet, recently contacted me and asked for some information I had.
I shared. She shared. We’re sharing and working together. She sent me a photo of my great-grandparents and all eight of their children. Ten of my branches now have photos to go with the stories I’ve known since I was a little girl and letigimately swinging on swings. And from the tone of my leaf-in-law’s emails to me, she is sitting on a swing, too. To girls, oldish women, really, swinging on the family tree . . . and giggling.
What a delight! Swinging on the family tree sounds grand to me.
I’m so happy for you! Are you two giggling women planning on getting to meet each other sometime?
Carol: We haven’t planned it yet. She lives too far to make a coffee date, but I know she is planning a visit to a mutual relative toward Thanksgiving time.
I haven’t “met” anyone from my tree yet. I think I would like to though.
Travis: I hope you get the chance. I’m enjoying this leaf-in-law a lot!