Share Your Legacy Story
Dear Reader,
I’d like to get to know you :)
One thing that is especially hard, when reaching out blindly to others, is not knowing your audience. I chose to write publicly through pain and to share stories of hope and encouragement. I love inspirational stories, in general, and I adore the ideas behind “home” and home building.
Gifts of sentiment, gratitude and reflection.
Can you take the time to leave me a short story, in the comment section of this post, about something you do or enjoy that continues a legacy from a family member? You might write, paint, garden, fix things, take pictures, read, teach, pursue athletics, cook, volunteer, visit a regular place, etc. Maybe you created something new in your life because it was missing from childhood or you found it randomly?
I would like to compile them into a story :) I will not mention names from people in the stories unless I have permission written at the end of your story. More information below!
THANK YOU SO MUCH IN ADVANCE,
deb ox
My “Joy in the Garden!”
…a hobby formed from my love of the garden (my mom), love of the camera (dad), and a “break” from photographing people. I used to “observe and garden.” I still do but a camera is always near by. It was dad’s love of photographing birds, leaving a camera “on the table,” to my cousin’s love of bird watching, nature and bird photography (and how we all inspired each other on a trip in 2014).
WRITE YOUR SHORT STORY BELOW IN COMMENTS :) If you have a picture to accompany it, please send it via my email at debtraceyphoto@gmail.com or respond with your short story/picture to my email.
It is okay to share. Emailed you the farm picture. Since we don’t really know each other my passion is the Japanese Tea Ceremony. I teach on weekends. Love to have people at the house and cook. We usually have a big group every 1 or 2. Also love to read and so genealogy.
Growing ip I always thought I was 100% Jewish. After having my parents take a DNA test about 5 years ago, I found out that what I believed to be the case wasn’t true. After doing some digging and connecting with a third cousin who is a historian, I learned that it was commonplace for Jewish families in Russia to take in young pre teen non Jewish girls to help with the household chores. Since these girl’s learned grew up in kosher (proper) homes they were considered Jewish. My great great grandfather Solomon Konnonvich (Cohen) and wife Mary Borodinov brought their 5 children to America before ghe pograms in Kishnev, Moldova. The walked across the country lived in a cave in Wyoming. A family farm was built in Torrington, Wyoming. The Cohen’s along with many of the Moldovans settled in Omaha, Nebraska. My great grandpa Jake liked to paint and made a picture of the Torrington Farm.