On Sunday I went to the annual meeting of the local Historical Society. They were presenting a program on genealogy, and my boss Gretchen was going to explain some software newly available through the library. I thought I had better get the low down in case folks came with questions during my shifts. (I could have had her show me separately, but since we are both pretty busy it made sense to just attend the meeting). The main presenter gave a good talk about how to get started, with helpful handouts.
I've never done genealogical research, or had any pressing urge to take it up, but when I mentioned to my Mom that I would be attending she said "Oh, I would really like to know more about my mother's family".
So when I got home from the presentation I started noodling around (and quickly realized why people can spend years at it - it's a slow process with lots of dead ends). By Monday, I had come up with my maternal great-grandmother's name. On a whim, I Googled it. Almost nothing came up, but there was a post on a message board, from 2007, with a bit of information and a note that the poster had a photo including "Abby". Abby is my grandmother. I posted back, and received a gracious reply and this:
That's my grandmother on the right. Now really, how cool is that?