There’s One in Every Family…

The keeper of family records and photographs. For my generation, that is me and if you are reading this post, it is most likely you as well.

On my maternal side, it was my Grandmother, Zedith Richmond. As a child I never knew of the items she treasured. She kept them safely hidden from prying eyes and grabbing hands.

After the death of her husband, William H. Richmond Jr., she pulled out her treasured box, (which was an old shoe box) to share them with me because my interest in genealogy had been more than ignited. As we went through these treasures we came across her most treasured item which she had saved from the 1950’s, it was the obituary of her brother-in-law, James Richmond and a newspaper article about his sudden death.

Other items found in her “treasure” box were her grammar school photo’s, numerous birth announcements with photo’s attached, and many funeral cards as well. I was blessed that she gave me a few of the school photo’s back then. Also in the box were other photo’s that were sent to her throughout the years.

A few months before she passed away, I had called and asked her to send me a copy of the obituary and newspaper article on James Richmond, because I had not been able to find copies. She was sweet enough to send me the originals, making me promise to take good care of them because she had saved them for 50 years and they had survived that long. I told her I would copy them and send the originals back to her, she decided that I should keep them. Bless her heart!

Over Christmas of last year, she went through this box with one of her daughters, after that the box has disappeared. I am thankful for the few items that I have from her treasured box and that she had removed the funeral cards from the box and inserted them in her photo albums, which have been passed on to me at her death as well.

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