I was reading something on the internet the other day that it only takes three generations for someone to be completely forgotten. Even though it was part of a post that was supposed to be dumb and funny and had nothing to do with genealogy, it really struck a chord with me. I mean, that’s a huge part of why I do what I do. It’s the reason I make a point of reading the names on headstones that I pass when I’m in a cemetery. It’s why when I’m researching I look for missing children who never lived to adulthood. It’s why I share my family tree information with anybody who wants or needs it. I do family history research because it’s fun and I’m really good at it, but reading that comment made what I do feel all the more important.
Forgotten after three generations?? Not if I can help it!