My story starts with my renting the house my aunt and uncle lived in for 50 years. Many things were still here, such as furniture and personal belongings. There was an old desk with letters about 30 years old. Naturally I was curious and looked to see if some were from my mother. I did not want to be noisy but curiousity got to me and so I read some from other family members. My great Aunt Min had wrote from Canada and it was a thrill to read her old letters. It was during Christmas time and my grandson was visiting. He was overcome by curiosity too and found some naturalization papers in a closet. He asked me who was Michael Busch and I said his great great grandfather. And the hunt was on. I spent the whole year researching our family. But the odd part was yet to come. I was given an e-mail address by a distant family member. I contacted an archivist in Canada. He knew very much about my family. I e-mailed him back with some information about my now deceased Aunt Min in Canada. Now here is the strange part. He e-mailed me back very surprised at my message about Aunt Min because he had written to her and corresponded with her 20 years ago. He gave me more information about Aunt Min that she had been one of the wedding attendants at his uncle's wedding. What a small world and how things come around full circle. I am still uncovering more surprises in this house every day. I recently found a picture of my sister, my son and grandson. It is like a treasure chest finding these neat little things. I am still looking for something of my dad's who died in 1959. I know there will be something related to him. But then, the house rings of memories. My grandmother was here, my parents, my aunts and uncles. I swear sometimes I can hear my aunts talking and laughing in the kitchen, cooking and washing dishes. Who needs TV with all this going on?
Mary