As many of you may know, the 1940 census was recently released.
I've been trying to get at least one batch indexed from as many states as I possibly can (some states are already complete so there's no hope of getting them all, otherwise I would).
I found my grandparents and my great-grandparents. It was very exciting to see their names on the census and feel the brief connection with my Grandma.
Gosh, I miss her.
In my search for my grandparents I had a little chat with my dad and found out some things I didn't know before. I had always assumed that my grandparents had met in Utah since they were both born here.
Turns out I was wrong.
Grandpa was living with family in National City, California and Grandma moved to National City to live with her Aunt. He was a linoleum layer. She worked at an orange packing plant. They met at a church dance, fell in love and traveled back to Utah to get married in the Salt Lake temple (where we were married 66 years later to the day).
My dad assumed that they were both in National City in 1940 since they got married in 1941, but I was already halfway done searching Brigham City records when I found Grandma. She was still living with her mother and was only 17. She was a mere year away from being sealed to Grandpa.
This year the Brigham City Temple will be completed. The new temple sits on the plot where Grandma used to live. I cannot wait to go.
I love family history.
I love to know who and where we came from.
I love that we can be together forever.
That knowledge keeps me going.











