I called my cousin Harvey on Monday, to tell him about the Hepler family tree I had found, and tell him about the Hepler family reunion, and ask if he wanted to come. He didn't, but he said he had a box full of photos and letters that he had cleared out of his mother's apartment when she died in 1997, and did I want them? So I drove out to Sykesville this morning, I told them I would be there at 11 but it took me longer to get there than I thought (I got there at 12:30, I should have taken the interstate, even though it was twice as far that way it took half as long to get back), so they weren't there but they left the box on the porch.
Jeez, Louise.
I can't tell you what the things in the box mean to me. Photos of everyone in my family, and family letters, going back to pre-1900. I found out that my Big Grandpa Harvey was married before, and that my grandmother had a half sister I never heard of. Pictures and pictures of people, some of them labelled, but most of them not.
I don't know who they are.
Big Grandma and Aunt Iris knew who the people were, but they're dead. What a shame.
There are so many pictures, that I can figure out some of them by comparing faces. As for the rest, who knows? |
