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While on a recent hike through the woods of Truckee, I got to
thinking about my grandparents, and how little I actually know about them, and
the trivial, if anything, I know about my great grandparents. I found this odd.
In Norse traditions, for example, it was nearly mandatory to recall the deeds
of ancestors, but now…my children’s children will barely know me, and their
children won’t even know my name. What an odd way humanity functions, progress
and families in small windows of clarity, and the moment it passes, it passes
not just into history, but obscurity.
In some small part, I suppose that is why I write this blog; To
help my future grandchildren, and their children to have some connection to
their past; To know who came before them; and not just dates and places, but
some idea of who I was, what I loved, what I feared, what I wanted out of life; and who came before me.
To that end, over the next couple of days or weeks, I will post some
recollections of my grandparents, all now deceased, and my mother, also
deceased. Hopefully it will be of some use in the future, and maybe inspire
others to pick up the chain of history and reconnect the links to the future.
-Brent
“Allow me to ask you, then, how can man govern, if he is not only deprived of the opportunity of making a plan for at least some ridiculously short period, well, say, a thousand years, but cannot even vouch for his own tomorrow?” – Mikhail Bulgakov
