And then there is Elsie Dorries. When I sit down to write this introduction, I pause, look out the window, tap my chin. The words don’t flow like they did for my grandfather. That’s because my grandmother is a bit of a mystery to me. She died when I was five, although I do remember…
Let Me Introduce…
Let me introduce you to some folks I hope you’ll want to get to know better. This is my grandfather, Sidney Sanderson. This is the portrait he had taken of himself sometime in the 1950’s or 60’s, which was kind of a funny thing for him to do. According to my Mom, it wasn’t taken…
Enough About Me.
In the “stories” I was reading, the characters were the Sandersons, my mother’s family. Unlike the Campbells, who left a rich visual record of their time on earth, the Sandersons wrote down their experiences. I had known that some letters existed - my mother had made cracks about the less than passionate love letters between…
I am the Keeper of the Boxes.
I am the keeper of the boxes. I embrace being the family historian, but I am overwhelmed by it at the same time. It’s a roll I came to naturally. I spent my childhood digging alongside my father, an amateur archaeologist who was intrigued by most things historical. I was also the kid who would…
El and Sid ~ A Slow Romance 