THOSE WERE THE DAYS...
My mother-in-law and her brother, Patience and Frederick Day, spent decades researching their family genealogy. Their efforts focused mostly on their paternal ancestor, a 19th Century gentleman from Boston, Mr. Moses Day. Every bit of collected information was hand written on scraps of paper and neatly organized into various binders. It appeared repetitive and disheveled, but their process was slow, methodical and orderly.
When they passed away within four years of each other, their research was neatly packed up in storage boxes and somehow ended up under my basement stairs.
When the boxes once again saw the light of day, they were on the verge of going to the county dump. I can’t say for sure why I decided to cut through the packing tape, but when the cover was opened, my outlook on life took a new direction.
Inside, among all the scattered papers, the few photographs, the deeds, and census records was a puzzle that I just had to solve. For the next two years, I was able to extract every ounce of information and input it into a proper genealogy database. The family tree started to grow, and grow, and GROW. All of the questions written on the sides of the notebook pages now had answers. The Day family tree was enormous… and about to expand.
So, needless to say, when I opened those boxes… it was a very good Day!
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