We affectionately called my maternal grandmother, Big Grandma. My first encounter with genealogy was when I sat on her porch and asked her questions in the hopes of stumping her. She couldn’t possibly remember the names of her ancestors, I thought.
Big Grandma was a rough, old woman. With no front teeth (on the top or bottom), she sat on the porch one summer day in her rocking chair. “Grandma, what was your mother’s name?” I asked. “Nancy Blevins.”
“What was your dad’s name?” I asked next. “Floyd Witt, ” she said. I asked her who Nancy’s parents were, who Floyd’s parents were, and she went up a couple more generations. I was about 10 years old.
Years past. I didn’t start doing genealogy until I was nearly 25 years old. I immediately hit a brick wall when I couldn’t find a marriage record for Floyd’s parents, William and Mary. No records seemed to exist that would tell me Mary’s maiden name. But as I searched, I remembered the names of two ‘Mary’s’ that Big Grandma had mentioned 15 years earlier in that little conversation. The names were Mary Brewer and Mary Pruitt. Both were in her family line. After several years, I was able to determine Floyd’s mother was Mary Brewer.
Sharing Family History for Kids in Everyday Situations
I reflect on that story often and what it meant to me. I wasn’t interested in family history at that time, I just wanted to ask Big Grandma some questions. But at a later time, I drew on that brief conversation. I wonder if something I have said or a question I will someday answer will be remembered by my own children and grandchildren.
I use every opportunity to tell my children, my nieces, and my nephews their family history in short little conversations. “Look kids!” I yell. “That’s the house your Aunts and I grew up in and I planted that small tree when I was in the eighth grade from a tiny, little sapling.” Or, “Look kids! There’s the school that caught fire when Aunt Chrissie was in the third grade. Someone was playing with matches in the coat closet.”
In other situations I say something like, “You know, that reminds me of the time when…” There are so many times throughout our days that we have the opportunity to draw on a family history story. When we share these experiences, we are passing on their heritage and history in fun little ways. Sharing family history no longer becomes an event, but an everyday occurrence.
This post is part of the “Why Share Family History for Children Blog Link Up.” You will love all the other blog posts from those sharing family history with their children. Read them, here.