One of my favorite Christmas presents came from a cousin, of all people, this year. She scanned all the photos in one of my dad's old scrapbooks, saved them to a CD, and gave copies to everyone at our Cannon family Christmas party. Almost half of the pictures were of ancestors - family history was my dad's vocation, avocation, and everything in between.


This is my great-grandfather, Spencer. I think Miles looks like him. And this is Claire, probably a great-aunt. She's pretty.

This is Lorenzo Snow and the First Presidency. Alvin likes to mention to new acquaintances that George Q. Cannon (left) is my great-great-great grandfather. I inherited his eyes, but not his prestige.
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