Each time I look at the picture to the right it makes me smile. These are my great-grandparents. They were my father’s grandparents. Unfortunately they passed away before I was born, but I have heard stories about my great grandparents, the Jones. As you can see from the photo, my great-grandfather was a little guy, especially compared to my great-grandmother. But as the stories have been shared, they had a beautiful loving life together. I recently got a picture of my mother’s parents, who both passed while she was still a child. As I look at these pictures I can only imagine their story that they lived. I look at the pictures and try to see me in them. I wonder what it must have been like for my grandmother, my mom’s mom to have lived the poor life that she lived. She had a hard life and I only wish I knew more of her story. If you knew your grandparents or even your great-grandparents, you may want to begin your memoir with their story.
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