I recently got really excited about family history work. I've kind of put it on hold until I the kids are back in school and I can go to the local family history library at the church and figure out how to really do this.
Yesterday, I tried out indexing. I LOVE IT!!!!! I did 81 entries in one day. It was like I couldn't stop going back.
My last two batches were death notices and I didn't hear anything from them. The first 4 were death certificates. Was it just my morbid curiosity or was I really feeling their spirits press around me? Look at me. See who I was. See who I came from. See how I died.
1918. The Spanish Influenza ripped through an army base in Virginia. It took the old and the young, from the private to those of higher ranks.
Tuberculosis (or as I like to call it, "the consumption")
It took mothers and fathers.
The little boy who fell off of a see saw and died.
The babies. Failure to thrive. Sickly from birth. The heartbroken parents.
The elderly. The young.
I felt them there.
*On a side note, if people are going to be dropping by, maybe I'd better clean up this room.
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