Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Long-lost cousin/granddaughter/niece

Stephanie and I spent this past weekend at a Blanchard family reunion in Oregon where we hadn't been seen in about ten years. It was a combination of strange, exciting and wonderful (mostly the latter two). There's just something about knowing who you are and where you come from that makes you feel complete. I've been blessed enough to have been fairly well acquainted with my mom's side of the family for my entire life, and now I can say with confidence that I have two equally wonderful sets of genes somewhere within me!

I've always loved genealogy. Most of my art projects were of or inspired by members of my family. How could they not be when my family is THIS good looking? I can't wait to dig through more of my old family photos and figure out something to do with them.

While we were there, we stopped by the land where my Nana Betty's ashes were spread. As my namesake, I've always felt a connection to her. I loved every moment of visiting the old farm where she grew up. The government bought the land many years ago and turned it into a bird refuge. My nana LOVED birds, and lately I've become quite the fan too. It was so neat.

It was a wonderful weekend and a great reminder of why it is so important to know your family.

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