I am a beginner in search of those folks who contributed to who I am. I have always been interested in my personal past and yet I found myself mostly just fantasizing about it. My younger sister Marilee, however, took it to heart and began putting the pieces together. She loved the research; the writing of letters; the organization; the mysteries and the clues. She worked on it long before the age of computers (which really wasn't that long ago). She was the patient one. Whenever she put a piece of the puzzle together, she loved to tell me about it ... and I continued to fantasize. Each "truth" that Marilee uncovered enabled me to head down another road of make believe. Of course, I called it "speculation". Marilee and I could sit and talk about our family for hours. Her with her documentation and me with my imagination. We had some great times.
Marilee died in 1995. I have the boxes, the binders, the miscellaneous papers, the books, the treasures and the memories. I've looked at them from time to time but not until about a year ago did I decide to blow the dust away and try to continue, in earnest, the work that she loved. Someday I hope to leave a written legacy for those who will come after me. I'll dedicate that work to the memory of my little sis:
Marilee Jane Lambert (Aug. 19, 1949 - Aug. 15, 1995)