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Recently I came across some old photos – many are from the mid 1800s - of my step-mother’s parents and siblings and some of their ancestors. There are also old cards, letters and other memorabilia. Thinking that blood relatives of the family might like to have the photos, I did some genealogy research online and learned the name of a niece of hers who is still living. I was able to find her on Facebook. Her father was my step-mother’s brother.
I sent my step-mother’s niece a private Facebook message and introduced myself, and asked her if she’d like me to snail-mail her the photos, etc. I received a Fb friend request from her, and I accepted. Her reply to my message said that she would write to me when she had more time. Next thing I knew, she’d invited me to play one of those Facebook games. I don’t play Fb games (don’t know how and don’t want to know how) so I didn’t click to accept, and I guess it made her angry, because she never contacted me again.
On one of her status posts about a family reunion, I asked if she’d decided if she wanted the old photos, but she didn’t reply. This was about a month ago. So I will keep the old photos, even though I never knew any of my step-mother’s family. What gets me is that I told this niece that along with the photos, there was even a sprig of her dad’s hair with a note saying he’d hacked it off before church when he was six because it was sticking up. But apparently she doesn’t care about the sprig of her dad’s hair or the photos, or any of the rest of it. I guess she considers it more important to show someone she doesn't even know that she's pissed off at her for slighting her by not accepting a Facebook game invitation.
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