Isn't it interesting how people come into our lives and when we meet them, we know we will never be the same? These angels provide crossroads, where we can mark life before we met them, and life since.
It's a long story, but I have had an interest in doing my family history for over 30 years.
I've gathered a lot of information, and put a little together here and there, but basically I've felt overwhelmed with the organizational part.
I kept gathering piles and piles of papers, that were thrown into multiple boxes.
Along came Sue, who has developed an easy to understand program that put me together. (and that is no small accomplishment!)
Sue invited me into her home, volunteered her time as she gave me one on one attention, and within hours all my Mount Everest boxes of papers were neatly organized, and labeled in a numbering system.
Did I mention, all of this help was done at no cost to me, but out of the kindness of Sue's heart?
I was ready to kiss her feet.
What could I do in return for such a lady?
As coincidence would have it, Sue is a wanna-be quilter. She had taken a few classes and started a few quilts, but felt a little overwhelmed to complete them.
She also has collected a stack of family heirloom quilts that are partially sewn.
There they sat, kind of like my boxes of genealogy papers.
I can help Sue with her quilts. So we developed a trade system.
I will put her quilts together, while she continues to help me with my genealogy.
The first quilt I have finished for her was a very easy pattern: "Turning Twenty".
Simple pattern that uses 20 coordinating fat quarters.
Sue chose some beautiful colors. It's now off to the quilter, and once I have it back, I will bind it and deliver it back to Sue.
My angel story gets even better. For my birthday, my friend Beth gave me a wonderful genealogy software program called Roots Magic.
I have the task of typing all my data entry of names and sources into this computer system.
No one else (that I am aware of as I search the Internet) is working on any of my family lines, and I am forging new territory.
Sue took pity upon me and said "Nedra, you have thousands and thousands of names."
"Would you allow me and my husband to help you?"
Now I want to kiss both of their feet.
Sue and her husband Don have spent many hours in the last month, typing away.
And I happily came home with more quilts to be worked on from Sue's pile.