I can’t believe it has been so long since my last post! Time just seems to melt away – yet nothing seems to get done. I wonder if our ancestors had the same problem? Quite often throughout the day I will think “Oh that would make a good blog post” or “Oh I should research that for the blog”, but it usually stops at that. Nothing comes out. I read somewhere that you should just start writing and the story would appear, so this is my attempt at this exercise.
I have noticed that the older I get the more my mind tends to wander back in time during idle moments, especially with the change in seasons. I’m not sure why the seasonal change causes this, but this year my backward glances have been particularly emotional. Not only do I think back in my past but I think back to my parents and their parents too. Maybe I have been delving too deeply in the whispers of the past. I really cannot say.
One thing I’m sure about, the past was full of hope for the future and regret for paths not taken just like it is today. And maybe I am missing those individuals in my life who are no longer with us, but little, seemingly insignificant things, can create such evocative feelings and a flood of memories. A great example of this is walking outside in the autumn. The crunch of leaves under my feet immediately takes me back to my childhood. I remember those crisp fall afternoons spent raking great mountains of brightly colored leaves and the sheer joy of diving headfirst into the pile! If I close my eyes, I swear I can smell the moldering leaves even now. The reds, oranges, and yellows of the leaves look as bright in my mind’s eye as they did so many long years ago on that crisp autumn afternoon.
Another leaf that made me come to a full stop was on Ancestry.com. You know the leaves I am talking about, those little green, wiggly leaves that tell you Ancestry has found something about ‘your’ ancestors. I noticed a leaf doing a dance over my grandmother’s name announcing that Ancestry had found something. When I clicked on the leaf it took me to FindAGrave and a digital picture of my grandmother’s headstone. Complete stop. Queue the flood of memories.
It seems only yesterday that we laid her to rest. Has it really been 14 years? I was blessed to have my grandmother in my life for 34 years. My mind quietly ticked away random memories, my memories, of my grandmother. But there is more. I scanned around my living room and there she was, looking back at me through the photographs I had taken over the years. I also had many other photographs of her, some taken long before I was born when the twentieth century was young and so was she.