The Valley of Missing Girls
Today was gridlocked with meetings.
Internal meetings, client meetings and meetings to prepare for other meetings.
I've given up trying to squeeze in time for my memoir. But I did promise a new blog post to Ancestry, and I hate nothing more than missing a deadline.
My other blog post for Ancestry just went live. It's about a searchable web database of 170,000 photos from the Great Depression, all tagged by location. The database has 653 photos from my hometown alone: everything from 4-H steers to Moravian sewing circles and Amish carriage shops.
The caption of this photo, taken by John Collier, says that "eight generations were born and died in this bed in the Fry homestead." Eight generations! Fascinating, isn't it? Imagine the dreams they must have had there, surrounded by so much history. (I wonder if this bed still exists today? Hopefully they've replaced that sagging mattress by now.)
This photo, by Marion Post Wolcott, looks like it could have been taken yesterday. Horse and buggies are still a common sight around here, especially in the more rural parts of town.
I haven't the slightest idea what's going on this uncaptioned photo by Sheldon Dick. Though if I did, I might be tempted to make it the subject of my next book. I can't resist a sordid tale of kidnappers and racketeers.
Speaking of genealogy, "Bloggess" Jenny Lawson recently wrote about the results of her recent DNA test. Like much of what Lawson writes, it's both hysterical and compelling. I was never tempted to order a DNA test for myself until I read her post. Now I'm intrigued. Since it's relevant to my book, maybe I could write off the $99 price tag as a business expense.
But that's enough blogging for one evening. I need to save my brainpower for finally finishing that second Ancestry post. And for more meetings, too.