I finished a major project today. I typed out 30 pages of my grandfather’s brief autobiography, to go along with my great-grandfather’s brief autobiography of about the same length. The part of my grandfather’s, who died in 1989, was handwritten and I am certain that no one had ever read it before I went through it. I have come across a pretty special family heirloom. I gave it to dad. Handing him the autobiography of his grandfather and that of his father was pretty awesome.
Great-grandpa’s is about leaving England to come and start a life on the empty prairies around 1910, starting our farm in 1913 before Big Beaver was. Grandpa’s is about growing the farm going and battling through the Dirty Thirty’s as well as courting grandma and how he wooed her after riding to see her family on horseback.
It is pretty lucky to have such family history written down.