When my parents passed away, I inherited boxes of belongings- photos, letters, documents.  My daughter pointed at one of the photos and asked "Who's that?" The answer was easy for me.  "That's my Aunt Velma.  I spent every Christmas as a child at her house." Memories of homemade mashed potatoes and oyster stuffing flooded back. You know, Aunt Velma!  At that moment I realized she didn't know -- and the people who could tell her won't be around forever. That's why I started Family Memories Matter.  I want to make it easy for you share your family history with the next generation.

-- Carla