Leaves & Branches began in 2010 when I talked to my daughter about genealogy & told her I wished I could reach out to people who may be connected to our family in order to learn more about those people. My daughter showed me options; listened to my ideas; got me set up & showed me how to add new posts. A big thanks to her!
Over the years, I wrote about many different branches of our family and met some distant cousins. We have shared photographs, stories and documents. It has been an educational and enjoyable experience.
I joined GeneaBloggers & made buddies of fellow bloggers. I enjoyed reading & commenting on other blogs. I learned tips and found support from fellow bloggers.
Recently, I have not been able to comment on other blogs. It rarely works. I often cannot comment on my own blog in response to comments left by visitors. It rarely works. I have checked my settings and do not know how to fix the problem.
The number of visitors to my blog is down. Maybe it is a result of not being able to comment. Maybe my content or my writing needs improvement. Maybe my layout needs to be changed. Maybe the hours I spend writing my books takes away from my blog.
I need to decide if I will continue my blog. I could use the time to work on my website, Our Leaves & Branches, and the book I am writing, ‘Our Brown Roots’.
As always with any posts, I welcome comments & suggestions. I do all read comments.
I shared this last year & here it is again...
Suppose You Were the Only One
Suppose you were the only one who knew:
Your father liked to listen to freight trains passing his house when he was a boy.
At night he’d lie his blonde head down & listen to the trains rattling along the tracks
and he’d count the long line of cars until he became drowsy and dreamed of trains.
Would you tell your son?
Suppose you were the only one who knew:
Your mother was a fearless freckled girl who loved to roller skate.
She lived in New York City and raced along the neighborhood sidewalks
with her long red hair flying as she jumped the cracks and laughed.
Would you tell your daughters?
Suppose you were the only one who knew:
Your tall dark haired grandfather liked to do magic tricks.
He kept shiny coins ready in his vest pocket and a smile on his face,
ready to make those coins appear & disappear and make children laugh.
Would you tell your grandson?
Suppose you were the only one who knew:
Your grandmother had long strawberry blonde hair.
She washed it with rainwater and brushed it one hundred strokes every night
and when she told you your hair was just like hers it made you feel very special.
Would you tell your granddaughter?
Suppose you were the only one who knew:
Your Irish great grandfather loved St. Patrick’s Day.
He’d throw open all the windows of their New York City apartment
and he’d pound out Irish songs on their piano as he sang along & music floated out to the street.
Would you tell your nieces and nephews?
Suppose you were the only one who knew:
Your great grandparents in Ohio wrote love letters to each other.
She wrote about sewing and stringing popcorn for the tree & he wrote of planting and carpentry,
And love spilled out between the words.
Would you tell your cousins?
Suppose you were the only one who knew the family stories.
Would you pick up a pen?
Colleen
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