My Dad has always been an explorer. One of my greatest regrets in life is to have been born only 2 years before the end of his 20 year long African adventure. Since I don’t have any memories of this time, all I can do is imagine. I found this photo of him standing by the Congo river while going through old cardboard boxes a while ago, and it was like stumbling upon a precious ancient treasure.View the Published Photos from this Theme
It’s not all cemeteries. This is Castlereagh School, taken in 2009.
Castlereagh Methodist Cemetery, western Sydney.
You could post photos of your ancestors.
You could share photos of people you can’t identify, in the hopes that someone can.
You could share photos and stories of the places your ancestors lived.
You could share photos of all the graces in a (small) cemetery.
You could share photos of the graves of your ancestors.
You could tell stories about your ancestors, or the times they lived in.
You could share snippets from the newspapers of the times.
You could pick an ancestor and describe everything you know about them.
You could pick an ancestor and ask all the questions you need answers to.
You could share pictures and documents about the land your ancestor owned.
You could describe a particularly memorable event in your own life, or in your research journey.
There are many, many possibilities.
The remains of the house at ‘Westbrook’, near Blayney, NSW, where my ancestor’s sister lived with her family.
This is my more traditional blog about social media and genealogy. It’s very different to this one, so I hope you can see how the two different types of blogs (that one and this one) could be used for different purposes.
St Paul’s Anglican Church, Carcoar, New South Wales.
Burrowa Cemetery, NSW