A Demolition of Family History

This week some of my family’s history was destroyed.

The Pillsbury mansion on Lake Minnetonka was somewhere I always wished to have visited to see some of my family’s history.

It was my 3rd Great Uncle that built the place, and it was truly beautiful. I had hoped that there would be a greater effort made to keep the piece of history and save this century-old home.

So rare it is to have pieces of our history last into each new generation that jumps through the centuries. Less becomes tangible and more sits on hard drives. As our generation gets older and it is time for us to pass on to our children the trinkets and memories of our past, what will they be? A jump drive full of websites and Instagram accounts? Screenshots of Top 20 lists and favorite memes? Even then, the small act of handing something over to our children will need not be, as they can just pull it up with the click of a button. As boxes of antique silverware and spoon collections disappear into the ages of yore, what will we have to pass on to ours?

Is there something tangible you collect or have now that can be sent along the lines of your ancestry to link us to the future? What trinkets of your life will be passed on to future generations?

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