Anyone who has read my book or enough of my blog know that my biggest regret is not sitting down with my father and my maternal grandmother to listen to the stories of their childhood memories. If I had spoken to my grandmother, I probably would have known where in Ireland all her relatives originated. My father would have happily answered all my questions about what it was like to grow up in the USSR and hear about his journey home alone at a time when much of the world was already at war.
Today I read a blog about an eighth-grade history teacher in Utah who does a project with his students each year called “My Story in American History.” If only I had had a teacher like him at that age. I am hoping to inspire an interest in family history in my grandchildren by hook or by crook!
Check out what this teacher has been doing: