I've done this once before - start a blog I mean. The engine quickly ran out of gas.
It's almost 18 months later, and I thought, it was time for me to try again. This time it's different - I'm going to start at the beginning.
Here we go!
See that cute baby in the incubator? That's me when I was four hours old. I know this because it says so in my mom's handwriting. So why the incubator? Why aren't there pictures of my mom holding me or my big sister peering into the bassinet? They don't exist, unfortunately.
I was born with spina bifida - myelomeningocele to be exact. It was so unexpected that I had to be taken to another hospital a few hours away to have surgery to close my back. A nurse snapped this Polaroid picture for my mom. This picture was my mother's first glimpse of me. She couldn't hold me. She couldn't kiss me. She only knew what the doctors had told her about me and my condition. They told her the worst case scenario - I would die within three days, but they also gave her the best case scenario - I would never walk or talk, and I would have severe intellectual disabilities. They were wrong with two out of three of those things. I don't walk, but I do have a red power chair that gets me where I want to go.
So what does this have to do with Branches and Twigs? What does the story of my birth have to do with genealogy?
In a word - EVERYTHING.
If you're going to start researching your family history you start at the beginning and work your way back. You are the beginning. What would you write about yourself? What do you want people to know about you? What do I want people to know about me?
We're going to explore that as we make our way up my family tree. I do hope you'll join me.