As a genealogist, I'm so excited about the existence of these journals. I'm too used to sitting for hours in dusty archives, or searching for days on-line, collecting names and dates in lists.
I can piece together stories. I can imagine the joy of wedding days; and the tragedies in losses. I can compare addresses with clues from local history and try to guess what my ancestors saw. But I will never have all of the story.
One of my most precious belongings is a scrap of paper handed to me by my great-auntie. She received it, as a teenager, from her own grandmother. It's a recipe for parsnip wine.
I'm unlikely to ever make parsnip wine, but that's not the point. That's my great-great-grandmother's handwriting and knowledge, passed on to me. It's a connection of something real, about a woman who actually lived and whose genes live on in me.
That's just one scrap of paper. These journals are whole pages full of the same. That's why I really love them.









Those completing these keepsake memoirs appear to fall into two categories. 





Comments
JoHarringtonNov 24, 2012
kateNov 24, 2012
JoHarringtonNov 20, 2012
As an historian and a genealogist, they look like gold dust to me.
MiraNov 20, 2012