The Beginning of Things.
Updated: Apr 20, 2018
Growing up I had sleepovers at my grandma's - just us two. We ate Eggos for breakfast like candy; we couldn't get enough. I stayed up late watching Nick-at-Nite in my own special bedroom she prepared for me. In the morning she would send me home with a "take home treat" (that I didn't have to share) and a hug.
In my early teens I cleaned Mae's house every week. Her ninety-plus years left her with so much to say. We ate peanut butter and honey sandwiches together while admiring the butterflies dancing around in her flower garden as she talked. She told me all about her growing up years in PA, how her people were from Germany, and countless other things. Her home was pleasant with purple flowered quilts and lavender-themed everything. She became a fast friend.
I want to capture who these people are, what a lifetime of experience has made them to be. They are, in many ways, the reason we are who we are.
As I've grown older and have had many more conversations with my experienced friends, I've come to truly cherish their stories and the wisdom they have to offer, wisdom that we all can benefit from. I want to capture who these people are, what a lifetime of experience has made them to be. They are, in many ways, the reason we are who we are. It is time we listened to our seasoned loved ones. Its time we preserved their stories for ourselves, for our children, for our children's children. I'm listening - join me.