Stories

Grandma- Early Years

Stories......we all have them. Our lives are full of stories that make us who we are. Just this morning I'm lying in bed and I got this overwhelming urge to blog my stories. Not for the world......for my kids. My parents are both in their early 70's. And I feel like I haven't gotten the whole story, not near enough by any means. My mom and I talked about putting a scrapbook together of all her old black and whites. Boxes of photos of unknown people staring up at me. Boxes of photos of their early married life, the grandparents I never met, and my brothers and sister when we were young. My parents have been married for 54 years. They have decades of memories in those boxes. I told my mom I could place them, decorate the page and glue them down, but she's the one who has to tell the stories, or they'll all be lost with her. I've asked many times over the last few years,

"Have you labeled those photos yet. Have you written the descriptions on the pictures?"

"No, I'm just so busy," she says, "and I have lousy handwriting."

"Write on the back, Mom, nobody will see it but me. You have to tell the stories."

There's so much to be said, to be learned from them, and I feel like I'm running out of time. All of those pictures left unlabeled. All of the history left unknown. All of the stories left untold. But when we do visit, there's so much to talk about in the here and now, that the past rarely comes up in conversation. This is something I will need to work on over the coming years, before it's too late for me to finish those chapters.

But for me, for my kids, and my future grand-kids, I'd like to start now. So I'll tell my stories, from the very beginning, so one day my kids will have it all written down. I won't even have to worry about my lousy handwriting. I'll have it all neatly typed in this blog for them to read. They won't be extraordinary stories to anyone else, but to my kids they'll be a time capsule. A little glimpse into their mom's past, so they'll know all about my childhood, their grandparents, my adventures, my thoughts, my decisions and my dreams. So I'll be my children's historian. And the story will start; Once upon a time.........on a Thursday morning in springtime, a little baby girl was born.


~ Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay. ~