Lately I have been involved in a project of scanning old letters from my parents’ attic and other storage places, to add to our family history knowledge. These concern my father’s family, and I have been able to find all kinds of bits and pieces of information about my great-grandparents, great aunts and uncles and grandparents.
The house my parents live in was built by my grandfather years ago, and many other old family things are in the attic and other parts of the house. My dad has recently become interested in divesting himself of some of the old books and ephemera he and his father collected and saved over the years, and I have been pondering on the best way to do that. I’ve come up with several ideas, but in the process I have been reminded of a poem I love dearly.