As I picked it up and browsed through the treasured photographs I was saddened that those memories so lovingly collected and presented by somebody from a previous generation were now lying on a table and waiting to be sold to strangers. Imagine how you would feel if you could read from the journal of some distant ancestor from generations past. Imagine how much more interesting your history classes at school would have been if you had a diary from someone who lived in that period of time.
Generations come and go and time passes by, it is a natural process as old as time itself.
Will you be remembered by your great grandchildren or will you disappear as memories fade and the present generations pass on. Will your treasured family photographs end up on a table in a village hall junk market or will they be treasured by generations to come. Tracing my family tree has been like an exciting treasure hunt. Working with my mother we have traced back through several generations, and as our records grew we have been contacted by other people who have helped us find more and more information. More recently we were given access to family photographs and we were able to put faces to the names on our files.