Tell me your Story,

Inside every one of us, there is a story waiting to be told.  And inside every home, there are photographs lying in boxes, drawers and in old war-time suitcases.

 

When I was a very young child, and still living in Ireland,  my Grandpa Lapedus once told he was Lithuanian and had come to Ireland at the age of 7.   I was about 5 years of age at the time, and I could not imagine, for the life of me,  my Grandpa ever being 7 years of age, and even having a Mother and Father, Grandparents of his own, but he did.

 

As a child, Grandparents are great, they spoil you, give you pocket money, and lots of treats, but what of their lives?  But who are they ?   We see their parents’ photoraphs on the Wall, and it begins and ends there..    My Maternal Grandpa,  Elias Marcus, had a photograph of his Father on the wall. My Mother Called him Grandpa Marcus.

 

  A handsome man, but that is all he was to me, a photograph on the wall.  Who was he , who was his wife, I never knew her name until about 10 years ago,  where did she come from, why did I not know? 

 

Grandpa Marcus had parents too, and his own Grandpa but I was not to discover their names until about 20 years ago.

 

I became the Family Historian years later, working on my Family Tree delving back, and ending up with thousands and thousands of names and dates of birth, marriage and death, but who were all these people?  I know nothing about them, or what they even looked like, but yet, these people are part of me, I carry their genes, and so do my Children, and PG one day, their children.    My Mother of 93 years has helped me so much with so much of the information, but there are missing links, missing information, we have cousins and we don’t know how they are related to us. 

There is nobody left to ask.

 

So let’s get together, and let me write your story, for yourself, for your Grandchildren, and your Great-Great Grandchildren, and all the Generations to follow. Let’s get all your photographs out of boxes and wartime suitcases, and drawers, and let’s make up a beautiful Coffee Table Photo Album with your Photographs , Memorabilia, and your Memories from as far back as you can remember, until now.

 

I bring my Laptop and you’ll let me record it all for you for you, let me bring it all to life in the form of a Story book.  Tell me about your Parents, your Grandparents and your Family and tell me about your  life in the “old country” be it Eastern Europe, or South Africa, and when and why  your family came to South Africa. 

It’s not just “where our children are going, but it’s about them knowing where they came from, because they carry the genes of those who lived centuries before them, and they will pass these genes on to their children and their children’s children.

 

There is no better gift you can give your family.  It’s priceless and it’s for Generations, it’s forever.