Our children love stories, and stories can help us preserve memories. Back in 1996, I started a family history Valentine’s Day project by sending out a questionnaire to my parents and siblings about their courtships and marriages. I thought those stories were important for my children to know. Because I didn’t complete it in time for… Read More Family History Valentine
“When the beloved prophet, Helaman, and his wife were blessed with two sons, they named them Lehi and Nephi. Helaman told his sons why they were named after two of their ancestors who had lived upon the earth almost 600 years prior to their births. He said: ‘Behold, my sons, … I have given unto… Read More REMEMBER THEIR NAMES AND WORKS
I hear some people say that their family history has all or mostly been done. They feel there isn’t much left for them to do or worry about. A lot of my family history has been done, at least on one side of my family and I admit I was somewhat relieved. Therefore, I decided to… Read More The Ancestor That Came to Life for Me
Attention all parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles! Do you have someone getting ready to go BACK TO SCHOOL? Consider arming your students with stories from their own family history! A study done in the mid 1990s by Dr. Marshall Duke and Dr. Robyn Fivush found that “the more children knew about their family’s history, the stronger… Read More Back to School
Last week I was able to listen to a book on my Deseret Bookshelf App, by Tim Ballard called: The Pilgrim Hypothesis, (also available as a book or eBook) The book details the role of the Pilgrims in establishing colonies on this continent. Many miracles occurred in order to establish a nation where Christ’s gospel… Read More Family History Fun
When I was growing up, my mother, her siblings (there were 10 siblings) and my grandmother, would gather and share their experiences of the day and memories of the past. I loved listening to these stories of what it was like to grow up on a farm, in a time of little modern technology, in… Read More Love Notes To My Children
My mother died in a car accident when I was two years old. She was the youngest of eight children born to my grandmother. By 1955, my grandmother had buried her husband, three babies, and two adult children, one of them being my mother. As a little girl, I would go to the nearby cemetery with… Read More Don’t Forget the Babies!!!
In 1934, my father, Herbert Hamilton Frost, was only a 17-year-old teenager living in New York City when his mother suggested he search for his English roots. Herbie’s parents were both immigrants—Mary Anne (Mollie) Hamilton came from County Down, Ireland, while Herbert Sr. immigrated from Stoke by Clare, Suffolk. Mollie had been called as the… Read More Teenager Finds His Lost Grandmother
When I ask an individual whether they have their four-generations completed (which includes yourself, your parents, grandparents, and your great-grandparents), the response I frequently get is one of two responses: “Oh, my (aunt, grandma, or insert random family member here) is my family’s genealogist. I’m sure he/she has done it all.” Or, “My family has… Read More Leaves and Branches
When my children were young, they loved to have my wife and I read or tell stories to them before they went to bed at night. With eight children, I have read a lot of children’s bedtime books. I found myself often amused by the many fictional stories that many times contained meaningful messages. I… Read More A Gold Mine of Stories at Your Fingertips