My paternal grandmother published a book for friends and family called Sortin' Yesterdays. She started it in 1960 and the dream became a reality around or shortly after 1982.
I was glancing through it last night, searching for some funny stories that she had written about my dad. I wanted to read them to my girls before bed. We got a kick out of those and I'll share them later. But there was a funnier story that so totally told who my grandmother was (and interestingly, gave me a little insight into her namesake - my middle name, Emeline, is hers).
"THE OLD CHURCH DOORS
Our old church doors had been on the church for many years and were so weather beaten, we put new ones on.
We didn't know what to do with the old ones, and we didn't want to throw them away.
So I said I would write an item in my news [she wrote for their little local paper] and maybe someone would want to buy them.
So I wrote a nice item and said if they could talk what stories they would have to tell!
They had seen joy and happiness, and sorrows, crying and laughter, and they had done their duty for many years, and now it was time to pass it on to some new doors. And if anyone would like to have them and made a donation to the church to get in touch with me, Loui Fritz.
When I got the paper that week that item sounded so nice when I read it, I bought the doors myself. I gave the church $3.00..."
I have laughed more times since reading it that Tony is convinced I'm nuts. But it was so Loui. Maybe you had to know her to understand.
But another thing that struck me after glancing through all these stories was that I'm doing exactly what she did almost fifty years ago...recording the little memories here and there from years past and even present days. Grandma had a blog - it just wasn't stored on a computer :)
