A few weeks ago as I was reading the newsletter of the New England Historic Genealogical Society, I fell in love with an idea their staff had for celebrating mothers and grandmothers on Mother’s Day. To honor the special women in their families, they created a wonderful online gallery featuring maternal photographs. Not being on the staff there, I couldn’t very well add my mom’s picture, but I carried the idea over to our family tree on Ancestry.com. Mom isn’t with us anymore, but I feel sure she’d be pleased to know that her smile is there now and can be viewed by family and Ancestry members all over the world.

My dad died before I was old enough to remember him, but the uncle who raised me became the best dad I could ever hope to have. Thanks to the content sets at Ancestry, I’ve been able to trace the story of his life in census records, World War I Draft Records, newspaper items, passport and passenger lists, the Texas death index, and the Social Security Death Index. As my Father’s Day gift for him, I’m going to be placing photographs of him in my family tree at Ancestry. From the time he was a child in Brooklyn, New York to the years he spent as a mining engineer in South America and Mexico, I have wonderful images of him that I’m anxious to share with others. And even though I may not be able to finish my project in time, I plan to use AncestryPress to create a book in his memory. I may be awfully late in thanking him for taking me in when I was just a toddler, but I can’t think of a better way to do it now.

Not everyone has time to complete a whole book in time for Father’s Day, but just think about it. If you and everyone else who reads this would take the time to post a photo or two of your father, your grandfather or someone else in your family, there would be millions of photographs added to Ancestry.com in no time. Maybe someone will post a photograph that you’ve never seen. Maybe it will be a photograph that will connect you with that long-lost branch of the family. Personally, I’m still hoping that there is someone out there who might have a photograph of my grandfather – a fellow whose photograph I’ve never seen.