What I’ve learned About Researching My Grandmother

Regina, my mother’s mother, was not very nice. I have no warm, fuzzy memories of her. In fact, she was just downright mean. Regina was 5’ 2“ with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. She was the second eldest daughter, one of eight siblings.

She would say bad things to me about my father and accuse him of forcing my mother to work. My mother’s two sisters married well, as they…