Personal Narrative: Family Stereotypes

There is a part of me, that I feel my application would be incomplete without. Ever since I was a little kid growing up, I was always so riveted by the old family photos scattered all around my grandparent’s house. They were everywhere, the living room, the bedrooms, the walls, the house was filled. I was intrigued, as little children are of everything, as to who the people in them were and why they were missing color. I observed them closely, noticing how differently they were dressed, thinking about what it was like to live back then. My grandmother explained to me who each and everyone of them were. Day by day we looked at them, and she’d tell me stories of the people in them. I started to pick up on their names, and as I grew older I became even more interested in them, I wanted to know more. One day, my grandma told me she had boxes and boxes of photos in her attic, and I knew then and there, that I had to go through them. We pulled down box after box, there were so many. The photos were all so beautiful, my grandmother …show more content…
We exchanged info and enjoyed sharing photos and stories with each other. We had worked everything out up until we got stuck in the 1700s. Switzerland, where my family is from, is very hard to obtain records from. We tried and tried with no luck, so we decided to hire someone in switzerland to get them for us. The genealogist went to the local record facility in Bern, Switzerland and researched our family for us. He sent us emails of records and new information he found for us. We found out our family was a big family in switzerland, that traced back to the city’s origins and founders. After all of his help, we continued and we traced our family all the way back to the 10th century. I found out all sorts of things, from when my family came to America through Ellis Island, to how I was related to Queen Elizabeth II and William the Conqueror of