This is a new adventure for me. Corporate America kicked me to the curb. It was time, actually it was way past time. But I'm grateful, because this has forced me to rethink life, and how I want to live the rest of it. Part of it will be spent showing others the importance of creating and sharing memories.
This is a picture of my grandmother Minnie (in the middle). My mother is in the white coat.
I came from a long line of storytellers, gatherers and documenters. My grandmother Minnie saved everything! I am so grateful to her for that because she left behind memories. These are memories I would not have if she hadn't written them down, kept the scrapbook, told the stories, and passed along the material things she knew I would treasure. I still remember the box of greeting cards in her closet that I used to dig through as a child. I don't know what happened to that box, but I would love to go through it as an adult and read the words written so long ago to my grandmother. Ah, the stories they would tell. Grandma Minnie also left her diary for me. There wasn't anything earthshaking in that diary, but it tells of my mother's childhood in the 1930's and 1940's. How would I know these things without it?
So, write the journal or the diary. Write the little things as well as the big things. Grandma Minnie always gave the day's weather report and what the family ate for supper. Important stuff. Your words will be treasured, and you will be remembered.
