Real family history
This is the grave of my great-grandfather and great uncle, Dominico and Mike Bertoglio. (Yes, it’s spelled wrong on the tombstone.) They died in a mining accident in Utah; my grandfather was a boy then.
I bear some responsibility at church for helping others become aware of the need to learn about our ancestors. I’ve held this close for a long time; in the past, I always thought it sufficient to complete a pedigree chart and be done. I’ve found, though, that it’s much more enjoyable learning about who these people were and what they did. Part of the joy is in the search for information.
For example, my grandmother’s birth certificate says that she was born in Cameron, Colorado in 1918. The doctor was from Farr Junction. Neither place exists any longer (Cameron is a ghost town). For me, part of the fun was in finding out where these towns were and what happened to them. My grandmother – who turns 90 this year – would also like to know.
This is what relationships are about. If we believe that we have the opportunity to be with our loved ones for all eternity, then I’d sure like to know something about them before then!
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