As a kid, you know your grandparents as that ‘old’ retired grandpa or grandma. You never really consider them in their youth and imagine what they were like as a kid, teen or young adult. To me, my one grandpa was that old, jolly man that loved gadgets, and was the first person in our family to own a computer and had a hobby of amateur radio. (read about that a little more in Nov 26th blog LIDGTTFTATIM).
But, naturally, there is so much more to a person than their later years. I think people get so caught up in their own busy life and it feels so important that it feels eternal. You feel as though how you feel about yourself is how everyone must see you.
There is a quote that says: “you’ll worry less about what others think of you when you realize how seldom they do.” – David Foster Wallace.
The point of this quote is to point out that people seldom think of you enough to dissect or judge everything you are doing because they are worried about their own life. But then if you also consider the other side of the coin, what about those that want to know your story? Know what your passions were, the struggles.
That is why I am so glad my grandpa wrote out his important life events. I appreciate so much that I can read what amused him, what proved to be valuable lessons for him, and how he learned them.
I love stories, so I am thankful that I was fortunate enough to know my grandparents, visit with them and talk to them into my early twenties. I could ask some of the things I wanted to. My grandma passed on some linens when she moved into a home. The ones I kept – which had adorned her furniture for all those family meals and functions over the years, I asked her who had made each one or who had given them to her. She kept them all those years for a reason. I wrote this down and have it with the linens. A centerpiece was sent to her by her pen pal in Wales, Kathleen. A few tablecloths made from siblings or family members and given as gifts, one of which from a woman who lived on Pender Island when she did.
I wish I could read all my grandparent’s stories. When you are young, listening about events that happened, it doesn’t seem important to remember the details. You remember the humour of it, but details get forgotten. And then as time passes, the story seems less important if you don’t know the details such as when or where it happened or who she was with.
I am a big fan of writing it down. It can seem overwhelming – I have faced that obstacle before, but even jotting down point form gets the main details across. I am sure I have told you about what feels like my hundreds of notebooks… It feels more manageable having different notebooks for different ideas or topics. It helps me to keep them near my bed. I seem to think of things to write down before I go to sleep.
Although I never set out to start a blog, it suits me just fine to put pen to paper (yes, the draft starts in a notebook) and post it on this forum.
Thanks for joining me,