“Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family, wherever you are, you need one”. Jane Howard
Every family has a historian, or at least, I hope they do, and in my family, I must have at some point raised my hand and said, “I’ll do it” and they said, “that works”. So, I do it.
I must have gotten my enthusiasm listening to my wonderful great grandfather Holman Waitt, above and top right on the book cover, for the Waitt side of things. My mother, Joan Gaston Waitt, has done a good job passing on stories from her side. Both sides of the family have, in some parts, been in America for close to 400 years.
So, this year, I decided to cut and paste a few blog posts I’ve written over the last couple of years, piece them together, call someone good at making it all look right, and give these little books out to my family. I think it worked well. My niece Stephanie had originally encouraged me. Being a mother herself now, she wanted something to give to her grandchildren.
There are ten chapters, starting in 1856 and ending this year. I hope it’s just volume one, and I think in a few years, it could need updating, particularly as this group below are and will be making their own history.
and for this guy too, my nephew Sam Waitt
My mother had also hoped I’d do something like this. She’s a bit challenging to buy for, and has a critical eye, to say the least, but what she said to me today was this, ” I loved the book, I read it straight through, and even though it’s about all of us, I couldn’t put it down”.
I understood what she said. After all, history is really just stories, and every human who walks the earth has a story that’s completely their own. If you tell them well enough, people will read them, even the not -yet- born grandchildren of Stephanie. That’s why I do this.