Sometimes we forget that our grandparents had a life before we knew them. I know I do. I know when they were born but it’s just a number to me. I know some of my family’s history but it never really sinks in, you know. The reason why I’m bringing this up is because I have finally gotten around to scanning my great-grandmother’s photo albums. I’m sticking to the ones from 70 and earlier because those photos are less likely to have copies.
Looking at those photos reminded me of the lives that my great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother had. I remember my great-great-grandmother, she lived to be 101, but only vaguely. I remember running around her old farm house looking at all her treasures and sneaking cookies from the kitchen.
But back to the point, I think we often forget, or don’t think, about our own personal histories. As I place the photos into the scanner I can’t help but thinking that I could easily see them in a book about WWII or on some documentary about that time period. It kinda boggles my mind when I think about it. My great-great-grandmother was born in the late 1800s. Seriously! I keep wishing that I had the mindset to sit down and talk to her about her life.
All this has made me wonder what my grand and great grand children will think about my life?
So call your grandparents and just talk to them for a while. I’m sure they would be all too happy to share their life stories, mine never stop talking about them. OK then, time for me to get back to work I still have three more albums to go. I might just put up a few when I get them touched up. I swear some of my relatives were gangsters. Ha ha
Till next time