Building on a legacy
A few years ago, I inherited my late mother’s family history research.
She amassed a rich family archive over thirty years. Letters, photographs, diaries found their way into her collection, spurring on her research and interest. She made fantastic discoveries and built up family trees and started to write family histories. Over the years I was drawn to the allure of research, history and family stories. Soon I was following up loose ends and insisting that the collection was stored properly in archival folders and boxes. We’d go to the State Library together. She would research and I volunteered in the Picture Collection as I started to work towards a career in history and heritage. We’d meet for lunch at Druids café on Swanston Street and discuss the progress of the day. She wanted to give something tangible to the family. A family history in a book. Perhaps several books.
