I like those prompts for starting to talk about those missing people. I've thought about the ones with no name, the women with no last name, and the ones who appear once in a census and then vanish. Remembering them is one small way to give them a presence.
I like those prompts for starting to talk about those missing people. I've thought about the ones with no name, the women with no last name, and the ones who appear once in a census and then vanish. Remembering them is one small way to give them a presence.
I have black ancestors, and it's amazing how they disappear in records, even in the 20th century. I do everything I can to make them visible again.
I’m sure that is a difficult job.
It's a challenge. I like challenges.
I do as well. I'm sure they would be honored by your remembrance, and I hope somehow they know that.
You know they do. They must. Otherwise, where does hope come from?