It is really wonderful to have so many new followers to this blog. As you might already know, I call this my labor of love. For two reasons, one because it is a lot of work! I transcribe the passages, edit them, print them, and then spend time with Babu, my grandmother, as she reads them and we talk about the past and present and only sometimes try to avoid the future. Then I process it all in these blog posts. Phew!
It’s a labor of love because it’s so rich with love and full of the value of spending time. Through this I feel so connected to a grandmother I married into and partially because of this I now truly feel a part of this family.
Check out some of these past posts. If you’re new, they’ll help tell the story. If you’ve been here all along, well, maybe you’ll remember some of these posts fondly.
Here is the first one!
Some of those questions were answered and some I’m still searching for answers to.
Here is the first experience I had sharing her 1935 journal with her.
It’s amazing how I wrote about the very same pain just yesterday and it was like I was writing about it for the first time. Thank goodness I’m writing about this. Otherwise, I’d have no idea where to put all of these feelings.
I watch this when I’m having a bad day. You should check it out, too!
Another poem. It’s very sweet if I do say so myself.
Just some cuteness:
Just a little teen angst:
More about April, 1935:
Oh! How she can describe it all so well. We’ve all been here:
Another writer in the family:
There are many more. Please check them out!