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Making Memories on Purpose

Family By September 4, 2016 Tags: , , 8 Comments

My mother-in-law came for a visit recently.  This was her second visit since our latest granddaughter was born.  She is called Gigi by her great grandchildren. She has to travel two thousand miles to get here so her visits are infrequent.  My oldest granddaughter loves Gigi, even though they have only spent a handful of times together.apple tree-resized

I don’t remember my great-grandmother (my mother’s grandmother).  All pictures, only black and white, portrayed her as severe looking.  That could have been the popular pose of the time but the stories I hear about her agree with the pictures!  Yikes.  Even though she was alive for several years after I was born, there are no pictures of her holding me or even with us together.  That is not the kind of memory I wanted my granddaughters to have.mack and gigi-resized

Before Gigi arrived I made a plan to have her spend some quality time with them. Last year the oldest one was 2 1/2, we went apple picking, feed the ducks and had a picnic.  This year I arranged to take both of them but on separate days so they could enjoy Gigi without competition.  It worked out well.  I planned a visit to the beach, lunch and shopping.  Both the girls and Gigi enjoyed it.

I made sure to take pictures, then I framed one so they could put it on shelf in their room. I feel like I am documenting history.  Today it might not mean much to them or their parents but when they are much older they may treasure a photograph of them and their great grandmother. I would have (especially if she was smiling!).grandkids-resized

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Making Memories

Grandkids By July 17, 2016 Tags: , , , 7 Comments

When I was little my grandmother lived on a large piece of land, probably more than a half-acre with lots of trees and vegetation.  Running along one of the property fences were blackberry bushes.  I am not sure if she planted them or they were there when she moved in. When the berries were ripe, we were out there picking them.  With four grandchildren picking and eating they were gone in a matter of days.  My grandmother didn’t care, she knew we liked them.  It is a nice memory of summers at grandma’s house.raspberry-picking-edit

At my house I have a huge raspberry bush.  Last week the berries started to ripen.  I was excited about it, so I arranged for my grandchildren to come over for lunch.  Afterwards, grandpa took them both out to the bush and picked the ones that were ripe.

It is a very prickly bush but the berries are delicious and worth the peril to obtain them.  My oldest granddaughter picked them last year and was excited when I told her some of the berries were ready to eat.  The youngest one doesn’t quite understand the difference between a ripe berry and everything else.  She still wanted to participate, so she kept picking the unripen fruit.  This time next year they will both be picking and eating the raspberries…along with grandpa.

Hopefully, they too will have warm memories of picking and eating berries in the summer at grandma’s house. 🙂

 

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Over the Moon Link Party
Wonderful Wednesday
Welcome Home Wednedays
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Grandma Tips for Young Parents – Photos

Family By January 17, 2016 Tags: , , 6 Comments

Who is that?

I ran across some photos of my kids when they were little. I knew they were my kids because I recognized them…but there was nothing noted on the back of the picture. Studying them, I could only guess about when each one was taken. My oldest child thinks I should have this information burned into my memory and when I was his age, I thought so too. I remember thinking (decades ago) that I would ALWAYS remember how old they were in the pictures I was taking. Very naïve.

However, I am not the only person who had such disregard for dating pictures or noting who was in them. Last fall I was tackling the humongous task of putting old family photos on a disk to give to my sisters. This is the post if you would like to read it. Many of those old photographs have nothing on the back. No date, no names and a few of them are more than a hundred years old. Who is around today to tell me who these people are? I could figure out some of them because I know what my grandparents looked like in their late twenties and thirties.   But I don’t think my children would be able to do it.resized-photo-mixed2

A couple of hints from someone who has been there:

  1. At the minimum, date your photographs. Adding names would also be good. With a little detective work you can probably decipher the picture if you at least have a date. Remember, it may not be you looking at them down the road, fast forward seventy five years. Help your future generations out…label your pictures!
  2. Print some of your digital photos. They can be tucked into a baby book, displayed on the frig or the filing cabinet. It is nice to look at physical pictures every now and then. It is also fun to randomly running across them in the future. You can’t really do that if they are only stored on the computer.
  3. Instead of dumping all your digital photos into one giant file on your computer, organize them from the start. Make folders by the year, year and month or even by child (month and year). The file name should contain the date (james-05-2015). I save my digital pictures on my laptop by season – folder: Spring 2015, file: zoo-04-2015. I really like this method. It saves time and stress when looking for a particular photograph.

Remember, these are photo memories and there is a reason you are taking pictures of you family. Put a little effort into making them a treasured memento for your children and your children’s children. That way, in a hundred years your great grandchildren are not looking at a picture you took and saying “who is that?” or worse, “I wish Great Gran had dated her pictures!”.

This post is linked to Grand Social ,  Over the Moon Link Up, Let’s Be Friends Blog Hop, Wordless Wednesday on a Tuesday,  Nanahood, Creative Muster, Welcome Home Wednesdays

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Old Photographs and Faded Memories

Family By November 16, 2015 Tags: , , , , 9 Comments

Last weekend I flew in to visit my sisters, I have three.  We hadn’t been together since my mom died, three years ago.  At that time, looking for comfort and connection, we had sorted through piles of old photographs.  Some pictures were of us as children, others of my mother when she was a young woman and still others known only by the fading names scribbled on the back.

We spent time telling stories and laughing at the memories.  I was given the assignment, or maybe I volunteered, of taking some of these ancient photos and scanning them so the images could be preserved for future generations. Oddly, all of us seemed to have a few old and special photos in our personal collections.  I am not sure how that happened, but that probably was my mom’s doing. I imagined she divvied them up, little by little. When we reunited last week, I handed them the finished disk and the envelope of photographs I had borrowed.  Yes, it did take me three years to complete the project…sigh.

I never was especially interested in tracing family history or genealogy.  But, as I have grown older and special people have passed away in my life, I feel a desire to preserve, for my grandchildren, the knowledge and memories I do have.   Who were some of these people in my fading black and white photos?  I strain to remember what my grandmother told me about Pa Pa (her father) and Ma Ma (her stepmother). They lived on a farm in Missouri.  What was it like growing up on a farm in the early 1900’s?  How did she meet my grandfather, who was a city boy? These are questions I never thought to ask her. She may have told me some of it, but I wasn’t paying close enough attention to remember. Much of that rich and precious information is lost forever.resized-old-pic

Now what?  I decided to start journaling the stories I do remember. Then I can pair the written memories with some of the old photographs I have, preserving some of the family history to pass on. I can still recall personal interactions with my Aunt Opal (my grandmothers’, mothers’ sister), who must have been almost 90 years old when I was a teenager and the special love of my Aunt Blanch (my grandfathers’ sister) who always, throughout my childhood and until I was married, sent me a birthday card with a dollar in it.

My grandmother was a wife and mother during the Great Depression.  She told me that the potato peeler was invented during this time (maybe, maybe not… but I like the story anyway).  She said the peeler helped people to remove as little of the potato as possible, while removing the skin. Food was in short supply and everyone had to make the most of what they had.  Hmmm…  This is an interesting bit of history that I can pass along to my granddaughters once we start cooking together. I look forward to it.

How do you plan to preserve your family history?

This post is linked to Grand Social over at Grandma’s Briefs, Treasure Box Tuesdays at Memories by the Mile and Creative Buster over at Fluster Buster

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