I missed so many opportunities to talk with my parents about their lives, their parents’ lives, their grandparents’ lives. And now that’s lost. I can’t ask my mom about Lyle school and her classmates; my aunts and uncles about their stories of her; or their stories of their lives growing up in Kewanee. For the most part, it’s the same with my dad and my dad’s family.
No doubt about it, my road to hell is well-paved with many good intentions.
But I did have a little belated common sense after I retired to talk a bit more with my dad about his life. I also have the good fortune to be living in a world with smartphones, which allowed me to record a few of those conversations before he died.
Here’s one of them, and I hope to share more in the future. And, maybe, you have a few stories to share as well.
