From my Family Heritage Album © 2002 by Janice Green Among my earliest memories of writing my own thoughts and ideas I find myself playing with secret codes when I was in about the second grade. My older brother, Keith, had been using secret codes to share messages with Ronnie who lived up the road, and I thought it looked like fun. The easiest code they were writing called for two
I wish I knew what my grandparents were like since all but one died before I was three years old. What were my great grandparents like? Or my great, great grandfather who I’ve learned was a pastor who rode a horse from one church to another in his circuit? It is one thing to learn the names of my ancestors, but to me this has little meaning without some indication of their personalities. I wish I could enjoy a long conversation with