My brother sent me an interesting article on family history.
For example, look at this quote from it:
"...And I'm convinced many of our ancestors left clues for us, like Hansel and Gretel's bread crumbs, so we could learn to love them….And then we need to do a 180-degree turn and find ways to leave similar "bread crumbs" from our own lies so those who follow can work their way back to us."
I love it! I've long since suspected this from reading some of my Mom's journals. I'm sure some of her subtle messages were meant for us to know.
Sort of on this same note, I just started a private food blog 29 days ago with the thought that maybe some day my great grandchildren will want to know what we ate back in 2013.
This author goes on to give more specific advice:
"We need to give away keepsakes to special relatives while we're still alive, not just expect our kids to divvy the things up when we're gone.
We need to tell our stories to the young and impressionable.
We need to let people take our photographs when they point a camera at us and not turn away or complain.
We need to let our descendants see, touch, and breathe the legacy we leave."
But the quote that shouts to me the most from that article, is this one:
"If I want my children and grandchildren to know those who live in my memory, then I must build the bridge between them. I alone am the link to the generations that stand on either side of me."
If you'd like to read the entire article go here.
My mom use to also write in the margins of books she was reading. She always had a pen in her hand or right beside her as she read. I find myself doing that too. Bread crumbs that I cherish now.
Just after writing the sentence above, I pulled one of Mom's books off our shelf, thumbed through it and look what I found. Those are her faint pencil underlines.