Mommy was one of the reasons I started genealogy: she knew nothing about any of her grandparents and she especially wanted to know something about her mother's ancestry. Later, my research showed that only one of her grandparents had lived to see her birth and that grandmother died when my mom was 18 months old.
It was only when we were clearing out the house after my mother died that we found an old letter literally stuck between two boards in a high closet. That 'find' eventually led me to connections that proved that my mother's mother's parents were Patrick Keating and Catherine Dooley. My mother would have been so tickled to have that info.
|Summer, 1948; Temple City, California|
With every new thing I find, I think about what she would have said and how her face would have looked when I told her. Here's the earliest surviving photo of the two of us.
I miss you, Mommy.