Beginings

“So, the whole genealogy thing...it's a complicated story.”
Ok, so, I borrowed this sentence from a friend who is also tracing her family. I hope she doesn't mind.
I guess my story starts with my Grandma. When I was little I would go and visit her for a week, it was always the best week of my year. This tradition went on well into my twenties. When I was young Grandma and I would go to the Milwaukee Museum and the Mitchell Park Domes. Most of the time we would walk to where we needed to go, but occasionally we would take the buses. This is where the curiosity begun. We'd ride past some of the cemeteries and Grandma would just mention “That's where my Grandma is, so is your uncle..”. I'd listen not really thinking about it, but filing it away. Grandma and I continued our tradition until she moved in with my uncle. Then it became too hard for her to get downtown. So instead of walking and seeing things, we talked. One time while talking she brought out a box of photographs. This is where the quest to get to know my family actually started.