When I reached familiar ground, my
remarks were detailed: 'Picture 4 on Page 12 was taken in August of '52
when we lived in beautiful downtown XYZ. Our house is on the right; in
the foreground is A, B and C, and coming down the walk is the D
family: H, I and J. Soon after the photo was taken, by K, we all drove to
AA, visited the city of BB, and had lunch at CC. It was that afternoon
that the ZZ incident occurred, and about which I've often talked. For
those of you who haven't heard the story, here's what happened....'
And so, far into the night and for days and nights afterward. The task is
done, and the archives are ready to pass along to the next generation.
Whenever the subject comes up with others, or when I speak to groups, I
urge against putting off this task. We all share in the two great
mysteries: mortality and uncertainty. Among the treasures we leave
behind are our memories, especially those of family and happy times.
No Answers
Occasionally, among the letters I received, was one that reflected deep
disappointment and anguish. The writer had tried to contact a
grandchild-or a grandparent-who was too faraway geographically or
beyond a barrier of circumstance.
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