Life stories. Those little tidbits of life that get forgotten over time. The big moments retold again and again. The happy memories, the sad ones. Do any of you write down your life stories or keep a journal?
My grandfather wrote down his life story, about when he was a young boy, meeting my grandmother, having kids, his work. It’s a wonderful way for future generations to get a feel for what life was like back then. A way to engrave the stories for future generations to enjoy. To laugh, to cry.
He wrote about the quiet days in a small town. I am so thankful he typed these all out. See the old manual typewriter printing on these? Don’t you just love the look of old typewriters? My grandfather has been gone for many, many years…but his stories live on.
Not to be outdone…
for my parent’s 50th wedding anniversary, my father wrote down the story of meeting my mom. He even went around and took photos of places they went to. Like here, where they had their first date. How cool is that? We now have the story of their courtship, wedding (and honeymoon…as least as much as any child wants to know about their parents’ honeymoon!). My father is a very funny man, with a dry, wry wit…his stories just crack me up every time I reread them.
So, I’ve been thinking of writing down some of the stories of my life. Then, I got to thinking, that this blog IS the story of my life. The little moments. The big events. The holidays. The happy times. The sad times. Here for generations to come to read and know what our family was like. What my life was like. Grandchildren and great grandchildren can read this, just like my grandfather’s life story.
Seriously, how cool are blogs? You get to meet some great people, share your life and thoughts, and preserve them for future generations. If I were organized, I’d pull some of the family posts out and get them printed. If I were organized…
I’m thinking of adding a category to the blog…with some cool name that I haven’t come up with yet…to tell some stories of my past. Things that happened growing up. Random moments that changed me and made me who I am. Oh, and the story of how I met SuperGuy. So stay tuned for future chapters of my life story!
Has anyone in your family written down their life story? Did you keep a diary growing up? Do you still? Is your blog your journal, or do you keep a personal, hidden one?
