Showing posts from June, 2012

Sins of the Fathers

I spent the better part of this past week digging through boxes of old photographs of my father and his family, then categorizing them by date and location before arranging them neatly in a scrapbook. My husband jokes that my obsession with genealogy stems from fact that dead people don't mind being alphabetized, and tend to stay where you put them. I will admit that it's easier for me to understand someone when I can lay their life  out in sequence like a decision tree. Why didn't he go to Yale? Did he have a good relationship with his brothers? Did his half-brothers ever meet one another? Did he think that his parents were proud of him? Were his parents proud of him? At fifty-eight and a half, I can ask myself these same questions. Although I claim to have graduated from high school in Dallas with the classmates I'd known since the third grade, the truth is that I graduated from Los Altos High School with kids I'd only known for six months. The second semest