Irena and I were chatting the other day and we realized that there is a LOT of family history which we know nothing about.  Literally nothing.  She has grandparents who lived thru WWII and hell I have no idea about my family.  What are we going to tell Everett?  Doesn’t he deserve to know his family? 

I grew up adopted.  I knew that and I’m A-OK with it.  But it meant now really understanding my family history.  Ok well, that leads to the issue of what family is.  Is it those who gave birth to you or those who raised you?  For most people, these are the same, but for me it’s different…  I think its those to raised you, but I’ve grown more curious about those who birthed me… is there something interesting there?  I guess it goes along with having a kid of my own.

We are going to use this blog to record and discuss family history.  Mine, Irena’s, ours, Everett’s.  Hopefully we can learn from it and better understand those around us.