I never got to meet Grandma Dot, she died in a car accident four years before I was born. I've heard all kinds of wonderful stories about her and hopefully the folks that actually knew her will write some of them down for us. (hint, hint) The one story that really stuck in my mind and is very important to our family tree is the one about her father and mother.
Grandma Dot was born in New York City on May 11,1907 and was adopted when she was about one year old. Growing up, she was told that everything she needed to know about her "real" folks was in a locked box that she could open after the Smiths (her adopted folks) passed on. When she opened the box she found....it was empty.
Which brings me to the point of this story (yes, there is one *s*), the bloodlines in our family tree influence things like the color of our eyes and hair, if we go bald, how tall and how we're built...if we live long lives and what kinds of diseases we have to worry about. However, what really makes us what we are is the love, devotion, and environment that we grow up in.
Blood isn't all, love is.
God bless.
Grandma Dot was born in New York City on May 11,1907 and was adopted when she was about one year old. Growing up, she was told that everything she needed to know about her "real" folks was in a locked box that she could open after the Smiths (her adopted folks) passed on. When she opened the box she found....it was empty.
Which brings me to the point of this story (yes, there is one *s*), the bloodlines in our family tree influence things like the color of our eyes and hair, if we go bald, how tall and how we're built...if we live long lives and what kinds of diseases we have to worry about. However, what really makes us what we are is the love, devotion, and environment that we grow up in.
Blood isn't all, love is.
God bless.
I never got to meet Grandma Dot, she died in a car accident four years before I was born. I've heard all kinds of wonderful stories about her and hopefully the folks that actually knew her will write some of them down for us. (hint, hint) The one story that really stuck in my mind and is very important to our family tree is the one about her father and mother.
Grandma Dot was born in New York City on May 11,1907 and was adopted when she was about one year old. Growing up, she was told that everything she needed to know about her "real" folks was in a locked box that she could open after the Smiths (her adopted folks) passed on. When she opened the box she found....it was empty.
Which brings me to the point of this story (yes, there is one *s*), the bloodlines in our family tree influence things like the color of our eyes and hair, if we go bald, how tall and how we're built...if we live long lives and what kinds of diseases we have to worry about. However, what really makes us what we are is the love, devotion, and environment that we grow up in.
Blood isn't all, love is.
God bless.
Grandma Dot was born in New York City on May 11,1907 and was adopted when she was about one year old. Growing up, she was told that everything she needed to know about her "real" folks was in a locked box that she could open after the Smiths (her adopted folks) passed on. When she opened the box she found....it was empty.
Which brings me to the point of this story (yes, there is one *s*), the bloodlines in our family tree influence things like the color of our eyes and hair, if we go bald, how tall and how we're built...if we live long lives and what kinds of diseases we have to worry about. However, what really makes us what we are is the love, devotion, and environment that we grow up in.
Blood isn't all, love is.
God bless.
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