Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Little Voices

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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