<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Family Archives on Thede Technologies</title><link>https://thedetech.com/tags/family-archives/</link><description>Recent content in Family Archives on Thede Technologies</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="https://thedetech.com/tags/family-archives/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>One question a week</title><link>https://thedetech.com/blog/2026-09-08-twelve-years-of-one-question-a-week/</link><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://thedetech.com/blog/2026-09-08-twelve-years-of-one-question-a-week/</guid><description>&lt;p>The database behind the iPhone app I just put on the App Store has answers in it from 2014.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Not a copy of them. Not an export I re-imported into something new. The same rows, in the same Rails application, sitting there the whole time.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>In 2014 I went to Nashville Software School to learn to build the thing I had spent the previous two years trying to get somebody else to build. I turned 35 during the program. The capstone project I handed in was called Answers to Answers, and it did one thing. Monday morning, an automated mailer sent a single question to a small group. Everybody answered on their own, either by replying to that email or on the web. Friday morning at ten, everyone&amp;rsquo;s answer was revealed to everyone else at once.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>What family archives are for, now that the AI can read them</title><link>https://thedetech.com/blog/2026-04-23-family-archives-ai-can-read/</link><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://thedetech.com/blog/2026-04-23-family-archives-ai-can-read/</guid><description>&lt;p>I have three collections of letters sitting in my house.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>The oldest is a stack from my great-grandparents, written between 1910 and 1913. The second is from my grandparents, written during World War II. The third is from my father, letters he wrote from the moment I was born until the moment his mother died.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Three generations, each one writing to the next, each one leaving behind something I&amp;rsquo;ve never fully read.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>