When he left his “time capsule,” their Uncle Curt didn’t know there were people yet unborn who would one day think about him because he’d done it. He didn’t know they would be so excited and so grateful. He didn’t have any idea how much the clues he left behind would help them.
There’s family history and then there’s family history. I’m going deep.
I just swabbed the inside of both my cheeks, put the swabs into a vial, and stuck them in a package, ready to zip it off to National Geographic’s Genographic Project.
It all happened because one of these first cousins, separated by the Holocaust when they were young boys, wrote a memoir that the other one happened to see. What a dramatic story illustrating the power of writing down your family history!
