Why I Love Purple - It Must Be In My Blood!

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.

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Metamorphosis Monday