Over the summer, when I visited my grandfather, he pulled out a large manila envelope, with “Family Papers” written on the outside of it. “Do you want any of this stuff?” he said. And “Stuff” was said like “Junk”.
Inside were birth certificates, death certificates and burial records for his parents and grandparents. And this, my grandfather’s great grandfather’s citizenship paper. So I’m thankful for my grandpa, for his “stuff,” and for his great grandfather making the long trip to America and becoming a citizen.