Good morning, DIGGING THROUGH THE FAMILY ARCHIVES In my effort to cull the detritus of pictures, documents, and mementos I’ve retained over the years, I’m attacking the boxes in the garage with gusto. To many, maintaining these neatly stacked boxes for years and years might seem a bit ridiculous, but to me there is a sense of memory that fills the space. It’s not only the boxes, but Lauren’s miniatures and snow globes, Brad’s scripts and weird art collection, and Jake’s debate outlines and wrestling memorabilia. Even older, yet just as palpable, are the memories left behind by my parents (mostly my mother, as my father had little attachment to objects of any kind) and my grandfather. Amidst the memories are letters from my mother, notes between my sister and me, and my grandfather’s papers.
Love the family history! Can't wait to learn more.
I always love your legacy musings.