tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9059677036748709498.post4263875357885281408..comments2020-02-17T08:14:29.977-08:00Comments on THIS 'N THAT : Stories last forever. Only if you write them down. Hellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15972119912128990434noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9059677036748709498.post-68860416069569698472014-01-12T16:22:14.512-08:002014-01-12T16:22:14.512-08:00Hi Shrink Mom, I'm sorry for your loss. What a...Hi Shrink Mom, I'm sorry for your loss. What a great thing to have. And come to think of it, we do have an 'interview' that was done with my dad at his 65th birthday a few months before he passed away. It's in format that I can no longer watch. i will have to see if I can have it updated somewhere. <br />Thanks for stopping by... Hellenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15972119912128990434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9059677036748709498.post-84477379591974013472014-01-12T16:13:23.324-08:002014-01-12T16:13:23.324-08:00Hi Jedidja, How wonderful that you have her diary....Hi Jedidja, How wonderful that you have her diary. My mom keeps a diary in which she mostly writes about what she did that day, the cost of things, who visited, those sorts of things. My maternal grandmother actually had a diary as well and I"m sad that it did not get copied as a whole. When she passed away, they were divided among her 17 children. So each has a part of the story. Hellenhttp://oasisofone.blogspot.ca/2014/01/stories-last-forever-only-if-you-write.htmlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9059677036748709498.post-51262666014260462122014-01-12T05:35:18.313-08:002014-01-12T05:35:18.313-08:00Hellen, I'm glad my little eCard on My 500 Wor...Hellen, I'm glad my little eCard on My 500 Words prompted this entry. My own father passed away three days before Christmas. One of my sweetest holiday memories is watching a video of him telling his stories of growing up, living in Germany for over a year, boyhood pranks he pulled in high school, and how he remembers the world. I will be forever indebted to my brother for having the presence of mind to record that afternoon at the beach. <br /><br />I, too, am becoming my parents, repeating myself often. I hope you don't mind if I share a blog entry of my own..."Is There an Anecdote Antidote?" Keep writing your stories! <br /><br />http://denisejackson.blogspot.com/2013/12/is-there-anecdote-antidote.htmlRandomocityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871574168607613060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9059677036748709498.post-76942156007285957812014-01-12T00:58:53.676-08:002014-01-12T00:58:53.676-08:00I had a grandmother who told a lot. About the seco...I had a grandmother who told a lot. About the second world war and the bombing and hunger. She wrote a diary during the last winter of the war. So I know a lot about her hopes and despair in that awful period of her life ...Aritha V. https://www.blogger.com/profile/05246873990952078356noreply@blogger.com