This weekend my family had their usual monthly get together. It was good to spend time with family. I'm glad that we get along, although that wasn't always the case when we were younger. I'm also glad that my kids get along with their cousins.
This month had some particular wonderful moments. My father and his brothers have been preparing my grandparents for sale. We we all arrived at my parents house, my father had stacks of books, music, and other miscellaneous ornaments available to us to look through and take home. It was an awesome opportunity to remember and pick something to remind us of our grandparents.
I think one of the coolest things was Grandmother's music supply. As Muscles put it, "I get black note syndrome just looking at this!" Grandmother was very good if her selection of music is any indication. I'd heard her play before, but nothing like what should could have played.
The most coveted mementos were Grandmother's collection of comics. She loved Calvin and Hobbs, For better or for worse, Zits, and Foxtrot. My father's youngest brother took half for his family, leaving us to pick through a measly collection of 25 different books of comics. That mean's we got five each - nobody is complaining.
All in all, it was fun to be able to find some things to remember the grandparents by. It got me thinking about what I'll pass on to my family. As I grabbed a book from the stack I realized that it had my great-grandfather's name on it. I wonder if it will survive to be read by my great-grandchild.
This month had some particular wonderful moments. My father and his brothers have been preparing my grandparents for sale. We we all arrived at my parents house, my father had stacks of books, music, and other miscellaneous ornaments available to us to look through and take home. It was an awesome opportunity to remember and pick something to remind us of our grandparents.
I think one of the coolest things was Grandmother's music supply. As Muscles put it, "I get black note syndrome just looking at this!" Grandmother was very good if her selection of music is any indication. I'd heard her play before, but nothing like what should could have played.
The most coveted mementos were Grandmother's collection of comics. She loved Calvin and Hobbs, For better or for worse, Zits, and Foxtrot. My father's youngest brother took half for his family, leaving us to pick through a measly collection of 25 different books of comics. That mean's we got five each - nobody is complaining.
All in all, it was fun to be able to find some things to remember the grandparents by. It got me thinking about what I'll pass on to my family. As I grabbed a book from the stack I realized that it had my great-grandfather's name on it. I wonder if it will survive to be read by my great-grandchild.
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