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  • I love this photo. It's of the the two most important women in my life, my grandmother, Margaret Sell Pontz, and my mother, Barbara Pontz Mylin. This photo was taken sometime between 1955 and 1956, or so I believe. I'm still checking on those details. No matter. My mother knows every detail and if all goes as planned, I'll have most her memories chronicled within a timeline this year. I need a starting point, a beginning, for the huge collection of family stories, that could conceivably take the rest of my life to record. At the very least it's a daunting task but I'm very excited about this project. I need to remember...for me, for my family, for future generations. And admittedly, because it's just plain fun.

    It's important to know your family's history. Everyone at some point in their lives, asks the inevitable, 'who am I?' question. My family is fortunate. We have boxes full of Polaroids and 8mm movies, digital pics, and even cassette tape recordings of us singing in the church choir as kids. It's our own family time capsule. Every member of my family has added to the collection in their own way. My sister wrote stories down, my brother takes photos, so does my Mom. My father took photos on every occasion (or not!) and more recently, videos. Mom has well over 50 years of just the pics her and Dad took together. I don't even know how many hundreds I've yet to look through...boxes and boxes, all carefully preserved.

    Each picture tells a story. This was taken at my great uncle's home, just outside of Lancaster, PA. I remember the huge stone fireplace. I remember the room filled with hunter's trophies, that both intrigued and frightened me as a child. I remember playing on tennis on the court in the backyard. The property bordered on an Amish property. I spent hours running through the fields, down to the Conestoga Creek, just a stone's throw my my uncle's. Wild nature child that I was, my Mom would let me go exploring but always within earshot. Visiting my uncle's house was an adventure.

    Mom may have been 15 or so when this was shot was taken. Gram, has the same shy smile that I remember her wearing every day of her life. I loved the time we spent together. She helped to raise me. I spent 14 wonderful years by her side, her shadow wherever she went. It could take the rest of my life to document those days. But I'll do it. Just so I can relive the memories. Gram passed in 1978 but I still think of her every single day. Suffice it to say, I miss her dearly.

    I need to get to work on details, to complete each story as best I can. I have access to all of the memories, the photos, lovingly placed in neat rows in boxes, to go through with Mom. I need to write and remember. One picture, one memory, one story at a time.
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