See that handsome young man in his
deep purple shirt and his deep purple car?
Who wouldn't be attracted to a man that looks
like that? Sure glad my mother was attracted to him.
I saw this picture of Dad and all I said was,
"It isn't my fault! See?!! That's why I love purple!!!"
I think purple was bred into my veins before
I even came to earth!
Real men wear purple and Dad was a real man!
He has been gone for over 20 years now and
Mother has been gone for over 25. I have started
writing his life story.
When we cleaned out their house my brother took
all of the old slides and he painstakingly transferred
them to the computer for us. These are treasures
that no one had seen for years since they were slides.
What a labor of love this is. I have felt them both
so close as I work on their story, especially Dad's as
Mother wrote hers down but we typed it up before
digital cameras and computers and so I am going to
work on it and add photos.
They were a beautiful couple who married right before
WWII ended. He had been injured 10 days after landing
on the beaches of Normandy and was sent stateside but
instead of being let off in Chicago close to his home, he was
sent out to Utah where he met her at a USO type dance.
She aspired to be a writer when they were first married
and although I had known that, I had never read anything
she wrote or knew anything about her writing career.
Buried in the things my other brother brought home
from their house are her short stories and articles
and information on her publishing and her earnings.
The last treasure is a stack of their letters to one another.
(Dad's 1949 Ford Deluxe 2 Door Sedan as Ford said it, "The car that saved Ford."
See what you can learn on the internet and include in your story? He was a Ford man
all of his life.)
Write your own life story now. Add photos and letters
and personal touches. Write the stories of those you love.
I read this wonderful quote and included it in his story -
"What is left of me is what is written in the hearts and
minds of those who knew and loved me most. They wanted my
memory to live on for others who come trailing clouds of glory
into this world."
EVERYONE HAS A STORY!
Take the time to remember your loved ones
and write their stories. Write your own story
for there will be generations who treasure it
and find out why they loved this or that
through what you leave in your story.