I love the information I'm getting from my grandparents who are still living! It's much more fun than just reading of someone you've never met. I visited my grandma Robinson the other day, and she actually lent me her compiled journal. It's funny because she said, "You must be really bored to want to read that!" I couldn't believe it. I've already learned so much from the journal, which is 588 typed, double sided pages in the large, almost 11 x14 size papers. It's just her first volume. Second is to come. Why would people think that their posterity wouldn't want to read their writings? To me it is priceless, absolutely priceless to get a glimpse of my grandma's life when she was my age.
She then told us that she burned her high school journal! We asked if it was because she talked about boys, and she said she was scared of boys in high school, but she sure liked them! :D How cute, except that now we can't see who it was that she wrote about. It's funny because I was scared of boys in high school too, and she didn't like math either. We have so much in common.
After reading a few excerpts out loud, my brother Darren got out his journal and started writing! I feel inspired to do the same, or at least print off my blog entries to be my journal. That's easier than writing in cursive on bumpy pages.
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