The Olive Tree, pt2

I’ve been saying this for a couple Christmas’s now, but my mom’s said could really benefit from a family tree. Since when I could start remembering faces, Christmas’s were mostly fun, but kind of a mystery in the extended (actually, not extended at all) family department. Now, if i’m having a hard time this old, I can’t see the younger generation keeping up. I already hear the common, “Who the heck is that? I have no idea I she was my aunt. That’s so-and-so?!?! I haven’t seen him in yeeeaaaaaaaars”. Stuff like that. It makes me a little sad. But I’ve decided to do something about it.


So how do I go about this. Just make a family tree? No, too simple. Too unresponsive. I want to build something that will live and breath with the family as it grows (and dies). I want something that is functional, something that could be used as a tool for family members to find each other, get in touch with each other. Close the gap and stop using lame excuses for not knowing/seeing each other for decades. But yes, it starts with a simple family tree. With that part almost out of the way, it’s almost time to move one to the next phase. More on that later.


Last thing I want to talk about, going through this while process, tracking everyone down and such; I started to think about what family means to me. What does this family mean to me. Over and over again, I think about my life in Fremont, the greater Bay Area, and I was trying to figure out what might be the best way to symbolize this. And I kept thinking of an olive tree. Mission San Jose, Ohlone, Warm Springs, St. Leonard’s,  families houses, hiking, and a ton of other things. I realized I have this memory of this tree that links some of my most favorite and dreaded places together, or rather my memories of them. A messy, kind of bush like, kind of ugly, bountiful olive tree. So I thought I’d start there.