Origins.

[lauraluvsbacon]

Interest in one’s roots flames when it’s already too late. I’ve recently discovered this phenomenon first-hand.

Back in middle school I was assigned a family-tree project. Nothing could have been more draining, annoying, and un-interesting. Added to the fact that it was assigned over Labor Day -well, I whipped up the most superficial, perfunctory

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[tiggerallyn]

It wasn't until my mid-twenties that I was really ready to figure out where I'd come from, but by that time my grandfather was gone and my grandmother was well into in her mental decline. Now, in my thirties, I regret not having a drink with my grandfather and talking about his family, his World War II service, all that kind of stuff, because that fascinates me now. But when he was alive? I didn't need him in the same way, and the things that interest me now I didn't care about then.

In short, I know the feeling. I know it all too well.

[colloween]

I'm sure you realize this is the Foreword to the novel you're hopefully totally going to write about her life, from your 7-year old grandmother's perspective?

xx