Stories from my life

I would have appreciated knowing more about my parents’ histories earlier in my life. It would also have been good to know more about my grandparents on both sides of my family.

During my mother’s final years, she shared with me stories of events in her life I had never before heard. My father died about seventeen years before Mom, and some of the things she told me fleshed out events in his life.

It occurred to me this morning that I could, and probably should, take advantage of today’s technology and snippets of time to record some of my life stories for the sake of my family and others who may be interested. Susan and I visited recently with my son, Mark, his wife, Robin, and their daughter, Christiana. As we shared amusing events from our collective memories, it was obvious that they were new to my granddaughter.

So, I plan to commit some of my life stories to memory here. I don’t know how often I will do so, and I’m sure the conversations I recall will not be verbatim. I will attempt, however, to represent the past with accuracy.

With the next post, I will tell the story of my call to preach the gospel.