Roots

This is my grandmother Martha, whom we all called Mom Cox. I signed up for ancestry.com yesterday and have been playing ever since. I am trying to get a lot of family history together to take down to Illinois with me this week when I go visit my brother. I hope to spend time on the long winter nights writing down memories of my parents and grandparents. I wish I had done it 30 years ago. I have forgotten so much that my mother told me.

My grandma usually served us boiled chicken when we visited which I thought was rather gross because the skin looked weird. She always had a little glass wind chime or two in the house. That is why I have windchimes all over the yard. Be glad you don't live next door!