...it occurs to me, as I watch my lovely grandgirl run around the house in her fairy wings, pearls and baseball cap on backwards, that there really is a reason. A reason and a time for all things. Watching her made me realize why I'm here, on this blog, in this place and time. It's for her. It's all for her and her brand new cousin. I do it for them.
I never knew my grandparents. After we left New York (I was three) I only saw them 2-3 more times. I wasn't at an age where I wanted to know about their lives, what made their hearts sing or their tempers rise. What was it like to be a child with dirt floors and horse drawn carriages. How did they survive the depression with so many mouths to feed. What did they think of air travel and mission to Mars. Mostly though, what was everyday life like for them. Money, health, no t.v., no radio, celebrations, babies. And how in the world did my grandmother get from Minnesota (the state of her birth) to Vermont where she met and married my grandfather ten years her junior? It was 1890...did she go by horseback?
I know my grandfather died at age 39 from an infected wound because they didn't have the five dollars needed for doctor and medicine. When I reached the age of 39 I remember thinking how he was cheated in life...four children and a wife left behind. It's not an unusual story for that time but it is part of my story and my grandchildren may one day want to know about it. And one day they may ask, who/where did this red hair come from and they will know it was their great-great-great grandma. Me, yeah I'm the red-head in a sea of brunettes.
So plod on I will, most of it will make no sense or is that nonsense? But I will do it because when my grandgirl and grandboy say who/what/how/where did we come from they will have answers. Any maybe, just maybe I will find out more about myself then I ever thought possible.
Happy May, Happy Spring, Happy happy.