I've been spending the last few days scanning old photos and documents of my mom's for our family blog. Finding old photos that I've never seen before is so EXCITING (all caps). It also makes me want to track down the story for every picture and write a big family history, if someone already hasn't.
My mom's dad died recently. I didn't really know him, nor did she, although she took wonderful care of him in his last years. The term dead-beat dad kind of comes to mind but then as I look through all his old photos I think I must be a dead-beat grandkid for never asking him questions about his life while I could, especially about his World War II service. Also about if he liked being a car salesman. And definitely about what he thought when he got in a horrible car accident and his wife got permanent amnesia and divorced him.
My grandma is still alive and what I want to ask her now is whether or not she thinks she would have had the best Mormon Mommy Blog on the planet in the fifties. Those three darling girls are killing me!