Guest Author: Linda Bradley – Apples don’t fall far…

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Do you ever wonder where your love of something really comes from? With the loss of my mother this past year, sorting through stacks of letters, postcards, and family photos has brought a fresh understanding for some of the mysteries that lie within me. Naturally, I’m curious about family history and could spend hours, maybe even days sifting through items that meant something to someone at some point in time. Imagining the hands that touched them and the feelings that were attached intrigues me.

Even though I’ve never met the ancestors in most of the photos, I feel that somehow they live within me when slivers of their existence surface. Even though they lived in an earlier time, I can unveil pieces of their identities. It becomes real when I touch my grandfather’s baseball, read my father’s first grade report card, caress the silky bonnet my mother wore when she…

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