That time I literally found myself in family history

In my last post, I referenced a collection of poems written by my grandmother ("Nana") on my dad's side. I have a confession to make about these:

I've never read them, or at least I don't remember having read them since they were given to me. 

Don't get me wrong, I was happy to have them. I put them on a shelf, and then in a tub with important papers, and was always glad I had a copy.

So you can imagine my surprise when I was flipping through the book this week while working on this blog and saw my own name pop out at me. Nana had written a poem about my first day of elementary school and I had no idea! (Maybe I did, I just don't remember ever seeing it before). So, as I've been writing about finding myself in family history, I literally just found myself in a piece of family history that I didn't know I was in. Pretty cool, huh?  So I guess it's true--you never know what might turn up in your family history, so always keep looking!

Here's the cute poem that my grandmother wrote, enjoy!