I dedicate this page to my grandchildren’s grandchildren.
I know that you are beautiful
With good hearts.
It is in your blood.
I know that you will learn.
And feed your good wolf.
It is in your blood.
And for you who just dropped by: Think ahead to your greatgrandchildren and their grandchildren. You’ll never know them. But they’ll know you. What a wonderful thought. Say hello. Tell them all about your world. That private globe in which you live with family and friends. Even though their outer lives may be quite different, their inner lives will be much the same. Like you, they’ll enter life with questions about themselves. What to do. What to be. And they will dream, as they must. Tell them about your dreams and the power of their seeds.
Show them how you played the game––your wins and losses. Give them a few tips. Don’t hoard your wisdom. In other words, give voice to your genes. Speak to your future offsprings. Go beyond the who, what, where, and when. Tell them how and why. And most of all tell them about your feelings. What is time but feelings?
Old Obie, you old foggy, memoir? Ha. Me? Forget it.
You think your important?
So, tell us.
Don’t have much to say. Just another hanger on.
Hanger ons make great stories.
Don’t have time.
The only time you don’t have is when the ref counts ten.
Don’t like to think about that stuff.
Hey, besides being born, the end is an important part of life.
What, getting counted out?
Hold on, my friend, your lucky to get in the ring.
Got my butt kicked.
I’m no champ.
Who is ? They’ll never be another you. Anything similar is a copy at best.
Same as everyone else.
Not true. Your journey is you. Even if you never left the house. There’s a story to tell.
I don’t like memoirs.
It sounds too final.
Then go back. Give us a day, a month, a year, whatever. Let us relive it with you.
Then it won’t be a memoir.
Think memory instead. Those certain moments you can’t forget. Little things––pieces of gold for your children, grandchildren and their grandchildren. Just think if you had known your forebearers. To feel what they felt. To realize that thoughts don’t change that much––or pain or love.
You sold me. Got a pen?
How about a blue spruce.
Old OBie, it’s me again.
How do I get started?
It’s as easy as what, when, and where.
That’s a lot.
Just give each a few lines. Maybe a few pages.
I’ll settle for a few lines.
Ok, now Include who and why, and you have a story.
You mean, get in their heads?
If you want a best seller.
Naw, too many secrets.
Hmm, a Pulitzer Prize.
Memoir- add your page to mankind’s history book.
Do it for peace of mind.
Leave a legacy. Are you worthy?
Jot a note each day. It’s that simple.
Remember, I Remember Momma? A great show.
There are over one million memoirs on the web. And your not one of them? Shame on you.
The first recorded memoir was painted on a cave 40,000 years ago. Is a Neanderthal smarter than you? Get out your paint brush, and start dabbing.