I’ve always been curious as to who my relatives are. It fascinates me to learn how they used to live and the things they went through. A few months ago I found out that my great aunt had made a book about the Diekmann heritage. The book enticed me, I couldn’t put it down and I read it for hours. Soaking in as much as I could about my family.
The man in the picture is my great, great, great grandpa and his wife. He lived in South Dakota, and throughout the generations my grandma and uncles still live there. Thought they moved away and later came back, they live where it all started for the Diekmann’s in America. As I flipped through the pages of the book my attention couldn’t have been altered. I read about how he and his siblings would go to school everyday. Then he got older and found the perfect woman and married her, soon to have kids of his own. It then talks about his son Henry, who my brothers’ middle name is after. Henry was my grandma’s dad and my own dad has many memories of him that he shares with me.
I never got a chance to finish the whole book. I hope to soon because when I have kids of my own I want to be able to tell them stories about their family before them. Because that is where they came from and it is a part of who they are today.