Sometime ago I put up a post about Why We Do It. I am fascinated by the variety of people who are interested in family history and their reasons for doing research. So, every time I come across something on the subject or have a new thought on it I will post it. This one is from Ian Frazier’s book Family.
” I wanted my parents’ lives to have meant something. I hunted all over for meaning of any kind–not, I think, simply out of grief or anger at their deaths, but also because the stuff they saved implied that there must have been a reason for saving it. The smell of an old hymnal, the weave of a black mesh hat veil, the tone of a thank you note, each struck me with the silent force of a clue. Something was going on here. I believed bigger meaning hid behind little ones, that maybe I could follow them to a source back tens or hundreds of years ago. I didn’t care if the meanings were far-flung or vague or even tivial. I wanted to pursue them I hoped maybe I could find a meaning that would defeat death.”