A few years ago, one of the doctors I worked for told me his wife had video taped her Dad while he told family stories. What a great idea!
So many times, I wish I had made notes while I had such great family historians around me. I had heard the stories so many times, I never thought I would forget them.
I did.
The picture today is probably one of the first ones of my Mom. Unfortunately, this picture is a copy of copy–so the detail is poor, at best. My Mom is the infant in my Grandpa Jim’s arms. My Aunt Charlotte is squatting at Great Grandma Dora’s feet. I think this is taken at the McDonald homestead in Duncombe, Iowa.
The scattering of photos I have are like puzzle pieces I shuffle around in hopes of re-creating that one big family picture that pulls it all together. What I would give to have just a few scribbled note cards.
My lesson for today is an easy one–listen to those family stories carefully. Make notes so you have them as a reference. Or, make a video recording of the stories being told by the original storyteller. A good storyteller is a rare, precious gift–treasure them.
I am…
B…simply being…
I love you and wish you peace.
B...simply being... 