A few years ago I took a trip with my roommate to Idaho to visit my Grandma. As we were chatting, she began talking about some of her past and her memories. My roommate wisely advised me to buy a digital recorder and get an oral history from her. I did. It opened up a new world for me. A world in which my family stretches beyond who I see and know here and now.
Following my visit with my Grandma, I visited my aunt, and then my great-aunt and uncle. I found pictures, head stones, stories, memories - most importantly I found my family. And now I'm reaching back to find even more.