I think getting a bit older makes one more and more curious about long deceased family. Did my parents speak about this time?? or was I just too young to think it was in any way interesting? (probably the last one!)
“…a string of disconnected stories barely held together by whispers and memories, pieces of her family’s history she had picked up over the years, which no one could confirm or deny anymore.”
Silvio, this resonates with me right now. Something about the season of autumn makes me long for the stories of my ancestors. I especially want to know about my Great-great Grandmother Greta, who was born in Finland and died tragically here in America. She is the doorway through which that entire branch of our family came to be here. How can we just let her disappear?
Very intriguing and well written story; it spoke to me. I wish I knew more than I do about my own family history.
A departure from your other writings...layer upon layer...time eternal broken up by us into past and present.
Yet, a story of common, somewhat sad experience as attested to by your readers.
I think getting a bit older makes one more and more curious about long deceased family. Did my parents speak about this time?? or was I just too young to think it was in any way interesting? (probably the last one!)
“…a string of disconnected stories barely held together by whispers and memories, pieces of her family’s history she had picked up over the years, which no one could confirm or deny anymore.”
Silvio, this resonates with me right now. Something about the season of autumn makes me long for the stories of my ancestors. I especially want to know about my Great-great Grandmother Greta, who was born in Finland and died tragically here in America. She is the doorway through which that entire branch of our family came to be here. How can we just let her disappear?