My son is in the process of creating a family tree and it’s amazing how interesting that can be, and a little scary. We have some blanks in the many spreading branches, not surprising as some of them go back over 150 years. But what I found even more perplexing is the blanks in my own memory. Some of those blanks were not so surprising, like the fact that I didn’t know the Christian names of my grandparents – they had just been grandma and grandpa to me, both sets, and I don’t think I ever even heard their first names.
More confusing and a little scary is that neither can I remember the names of certain aunts and uncles, though cousins, thank goodness, are floating around there in my mixed up memory.
I admit this is not the first time I’ve had memory problems, and, as I am now retired, you can surmise I’m over 60 years of age:) Luckily my memory, or occasional lack thereof, is a occasional frustrating random effect and isn’t affecting my writing.
I’m now in the process of trying to jog my memory of those long ago people, some of them dead many years, and nudging other close family members for clues:)