My dad is working on a memoir of his life and I have enjoyed helping him with it. It's been fun to read old papers and family memorabilila, both from my lifetime and previous years. Here are a few of the pictures we are including in the book, thanks to my sister's help:
My grandparents in the 1950s. My grandfather died in 1960, when I was two years old, so I have no real memories of him.
My two sisters in a cute picture from their childhood.
Eventually I may share some exerpts from Dad's book (if he gives the OK). He has a very engaging writing style and a way of bringing out interesting details. We lose too much history in this day, and I'm glad he's getting his story down on paper.
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I think that's a great thing. It seems by the time we are old enough to care about our family history, it's too late to find out.
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