How much do you know about your family...your genealogy? To some, looking into the past is a waste of time, but to me it was a journey to find people that I never knew, yet were a part of me. My mother was in her 40's when I was born and my dad already crowding 50. I was the 17th child born to them.
I never knew a grandparent. Not one from either side. I missed something for not having known them. I also made the mistake of not talking to my parents about them before they, too, passed away. I needed to find an anchor, a sturdy rock, to set my foundation on. So off to North Carolina I went. Thankfully, I had a sister (or two) that wanted to know the same thing. It was a trip into the past. I loved all of the stories, seeing every grave, looking at every picture. If only THEY could have been the one to tell me their stories. Because I only have partial stories (we do that you know...tell only a part of our story), I get to write the fiction I have always loved. I am an avid reader; now I am an avid writer. Hugs. Ann
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AuthorAnn Phillips, Tennessee native with roots in North Carolina, mother of 5, grandmother of 15 and loving life.. Archives
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