My Trails into the Past

I cannot remember any big mistakes I have made in my genealogy research, but I know my biggest mistake was not beginning to research my family when I was younger and my older relatives were still alive. One case in point. My grandmother, Anna Sullivan Hork, took me to Pomona in 1969 to visit her sister and attend the wedding of a niece. I was fifteen.  I may have known about genealogy. I think we did a family tree project in the seventh grade. But it never occurred to me to ask questions and record the information while I was there. What I remember about the trip was that Aunt Loretta and Nana told stories of their childhood every night at the dinner table. I do not remember any specifics about the stories. I remember they had me laughing so hard about their antics.  Loretta Patterson & Anna Hork with brother, Jack Sullivan, July 1969 I wish I had the forethought to write down the stories. It would have been nice to have had a tape recorder to record their voices, but reco...