deep roots

this morning, i started looking through old family albums from my dad's side of the family. i know a ton about my mom's side [they love to tell stories, plus my grandmother is still alive]. as i looked through the albums, i realized i don't know that much about my dad's side of the family, or even my grandparents on that side. i know my grandpa was in a war and he worked at studebaker most of his life. i know my grandma was the youngest of 13 kids and worked in a prominent hotel in south bend doing management, where she met all sorts of celebrities. i know my grandpa's family came over from hungary in 1913. beyond that, there's not much else i know.

there's some cool pictures in the albums, but they're all falling out or getting weird because of the paper they're on, so i went out and got a scrapbook to transfer them into. i'm hoping it will become a family project, where i'll get to hear the history of it all. i'm sure there are some great stories. there's one picture of a baby sitting next to a boston terrier. the dog has a spiked collar on and looks pretty rough, and the baby is just sitting there. it's a pretty cool picture. there's another one of my dad when he was maybe 4 or 5, curled up next to my grandpa. my grandpa's drinking a beer out of a bottle, while my dad is drinking coke out of a bottle. my dad's looking up at my grandpa, trying to look just like him.

i think it's so important for each of us to know where we came from, to pass down the stories about fishing, first dates, pranks, and everything else. so much of who we are is made up by where we come from, and it's important for us to preserve those memories. i'm excited to start this project and hear about all these snapshots into my dad's family. it's going to be a great bonding time for us, and we'll be able to preserve these pictures for a long time.