![]() I learned a ton about my four paternal great-grandparents-again, I had known the basic info about them, but it was the details that for the first time made them real people. I knew she and my grandfather had grown up during the Great Depression, but I never really knew the unbelievable details-things like her seeing a mother and her children being thrown onto the sidewalk by their landlord and left there to starve and freeze until every neighbor on the block chipped in a coin or two from their own impoverished situation so the woman could rent a room for one more month. I learned more than I had ever known about her childhood. ![]() So on this visit, I started asking questions.īut it only took a couple minutes for her to become absorbed in storytelling, and I spent the next three hours riveted. Besides that being the most depressing fact of all time, it was also a jarring wake-up call that a treasure trove of rich and detailed information about my family’s past exists in one and only one place-an 89-year-old brain-and if I kept dicking around, most of that information would be lost forever. We can use google to learn anything we want about world history and our country’s history, but our own personal history-which we really should know quite well-can only be accessed by asking questions.ĭuring my visit, Nana referred to herself as “the last of the Mohicans,” meaning basically everyone she spent her life with is dead-her husband, siblings, cousins, and friends are all gone. We’re all incredibly self-absorbed, and in being so, we forget to care about the context of the lives we’re so immersed in. I don’t know you, but I can almost guarantee that you don’t ask your grandparents (or older parents) enough questions about their lives and the lives of their parents. But I also used the visit as an opportunity to do something I have not done nearly enough in my life-ask her questions about our family. I visited Nana recently and went through the usual activities-talking about myself in a loud voice, fixing her “broken machine” by unminimizing the internet browser window, being told to slow down Timothy and get in the left lane, even though the turn is still a half mile ahead. I have one living grandparent-my father’s mother, who’s 89. ![]()
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