With age comes a love of family history.
Someone will remember us, won’t they?
Ancestor worship wasn’t such a bad idea.
They were here a moment ago, then left.
Where are they hiding? Here, then gone.
A game of hide and seek forever.
They’s so careful to say “bury her remains.”
They’re really saying “bury her,” aren’t they?
They say seeing is believing, but not death.
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My great aunt never had kids, but being a nun, her papers (letters to her sister, medical docs, etc) were kept by her order and I got copies.
I however, will have no one to remember me, so, oh well.
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Well, you’re right in that I won ‘t be around to remember. but you’ve touched more than family, remember. Your good work and blog friends count for something, don’t they? And remember you have letters to friends (make copies) and medical docs. And it’s never too late to write your own Journal, and share it here. And remember, you are the only one who can pass along memories of your great aunt. Maybe I painted too grim a picture. Of course, what my children will remember about me is up for grabs. Smile.
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Well, this was part of the reason I started working on the Grandmothers’ Project (https://shiradest.wordpress.com/2016/01/07/abuelavida-project-grandmotherslives/), but it seems not to catch much interest, and I can’t really find a good way to fit it into the 4 Freedoms movement, so unless someone else takes up the idea, I guess you’re right, memories are all sort of catch-as-catch-can.
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It appears to have already done some good! Thanks for enlightening me.
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Excellent! Thank You!
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Smile. My daughter says LOL means laugh out loud, but I thought it meant “Lots of love.” It could be something else, so I’m not risking it. I ride the tailcoats of the most hip.
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I’ve always seen it to mean Laughing Out Loud, but languages do evolve, especially acronyms.
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