I write this blog to you, little, one, because I don’t have any connection with my childhood, with my parents or my past. A sister with the memory of a steel trap, thankfully, but that’s about it.
There is no childhood home filled with childhood memories.
No aunts and uncles reminding me about my toddling adventures.
No amusing family anecdotes, kitschy traditions, or schmaltzy customs.
I find myself with a mind bereft of the memories that fill most people’s brains thanks to the constant and ongoing telling of family yarns and tales of days gone by.
This, my child, is my meager attempt to keep you awash in memories of your parents, your family, our friends, and your childhood.
You are blessed with many memories and a thoughtful daddy . I 'd love to have many memories to read about how my daddy felt and thought about life. Keep writing Matty, it's a great treasure.
Posted by: EB's wife | July 05, 2008 at 05:40 PM