Grandpa, You Are Really Old!

I don’t consider myself to be REALLY old but I have arrived at my self-determined38 retirement age. 

Retirement in my case doesn’t involve golf and traveling but rather 80+ hour weeks as a support missionary for FamilySearch plus 20 or so hours a week working on my own genealogy.

I still find time to enjoy visits from our grandchildren and given my interest in Family History try to tell enough ancestral stories during their visits to tweak their interest in their ancestry.  Hopefully, some of them will be then next family historians for their generation.

Recently, a grandson spent a few days with us and I took the opportunity to sneak in a few stories about his ancestors doing things in their lives that are similar to his current interests.   Think plastic Revolutionary War soldiers and dinosaurs.  

Granted, I haven’t traced our lineage back to pre-human life forms that lived at the time of the giant reptiles, but he does have numerous ancestors who fought in the Revolutionary War.

He enjoyed hearing about them and I’m sure that in the next sandbox battles some of his plastic soldiers will have the same names as his ancestors.

I didn’t realize he started to equate me with those historical figures until the two of us drove to the home improvement store to do ‘man’ shopping.   Pointing to the window controls in my my car, he said, “Grandpa, your car is really old!”  Old?  Yes, it has a life spanning decades but to date has never given me any problems.  It runs great, has been paid for since the day I bought it and the seat has molded to fit my posterior.  In my mind it isn’t Old; it is a faithful friend.

That should have tipped me off to his vision of the venerable age of me that he carries in his mind.  I’m not old.  I’m just well-lived-in.

He drove the knife home with his next statement when he pointed at the radio and said, “Does the radio just play old music too?” 

“Old?”  “What do you mean?”

“Well, the stuff that is playing now is old music.”   – Gail Davies was singing one of my favorite songs, “Grandma’s Song”. 

“Can you upload some new music to it grandpa?”

I’m a technology nerd even in my apparently ‘old’ age but my grandson sees me as a dinosaur much like I saw my own grandfather.  How much does he know about my life and my stories? 

Not enough.

I’ve written short stories about events in my life from time to time and have sent them to our children to read to their children as bedtime stories.  Apparently, that hasn’t happened or at least hasn’t been heard by the wee ones. 

How are you passing the stories of your lives and the lives of your ancestors on to your descendants?  What methods are you using that have enjoyed some success?  How long will the stories survive/  Have you included them in a bound book?  In digital files?  Just because they see and stay with you with some frequency, do they know YOUR story?

Start writing your stories today. lest they be lost to your descendants as you too go the way of the dinosaurs.

Copyright (c) Lee Drew 2013-04-02 07:00:00
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Family history research is a favored avenue of relaxation. It is a Sherlock-like activity that can continue almost anywhere at any time. By leveraging a lifetime involvement in technology, my research efforts have resulted in terabytes of ancestral data, earning me the moniker of Lineagekeeper. And yes - We are all related to Royalty.