Saturday, February 05, 2011
I have been thinking a lot about memory, lately. Of course, there is the whole Alzheimer's thing, the family history of the disease, the fear--but no, I've been thinking about the things I never asked my parents that I wonder about now and have no way of getting answers. I have little scenes in my head about the times they did mention their childhoods, but I'd love to know more.
Once, I gave my mother an excellent book that had hundreds of questions, and I bought her a neat little notebook for her to record her answers, hoping that she would browse through her memories and tell me things I'd never even think about asking. She did begin and wrote a page or two, but she never went any further. I should have asked the questions and written the answers myself. The answers would have stimulated conversations, and I could have had much more information about my mother as a child, about her siblings, parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
After Mother died, I tried asking Laddie questions, but the AD was too established by then for me to get as much as I would have liked. Now, there is no family left in his generation; he was the last of the six siblings.
When Mila was born, I started recording some of my memories, but that was nearly 7 years ago, and I only worked on it for a short while. Maybe today, I'll try again. I wish I'd known my parents better as individuals, not just as beloved parents. It would be nice for our grandchildren to have a little insight into our parents (their great grandparents), into Fee and I as kids, into the twentieth century. They are all twenty-first century children; we were twentieth-century children.
The sun is out, the snow is melting! It was lovely while it lasted and even now as the sunlight reflects of the white blanket, but I'm ready to get out of the house!
Linking to Favorite Things Friday, The Charm of Home, and Whipperberry.