Like most, as a child, I valued those wonderful Christmas gifts that appeared under the tree each Christmas Eve and joyously opened on Christmas Day. Occasionally, as the older sibling, the toys that my two brothers received often interested me more than my own ;-)
When married, I often marveled at my husband’s sizeable extended family. Each summer the Smith side would have reunions—something quite foreign to me. Huge numbers would gather, some traveling from other states, to enjoy each others company, share old family tales, eat some fabulous home cookin’ and challenge each other with various games. There was always a softball game and my personal favorite BINGO. The prizes were donated by the family, some purchased…some homemade crafts and given to the oldest, youngest and member who had come from far away as well as to the many winners of the Bingo games. This special day was always greatly anticipated by me each year.
In the 1990’s, when I began my genealogical search, I was amazed to discover that I did have an extended family on my mother’s side. Her comment about there being no family on her side of the tree was, to say the least, untrue. She had a wealth of cousins, who had children—I had second cousins!
Where all this is leading is to is the blog’s topic--“The Gift.”
Over the years, as I began to locate and communicate with some of my extended family, I have come to realize that the most cherished gift ever given to me is MY FAMILY. Those I only know as Internet acquaintances and those who I delight in spending time with.