Saturday, March 1, 2014

Slice of Life Day One: Collecting Memories


Today as we were helping Aunt Reita move the last of her possessions to her new apartment, she would tell us little snippets of stories about the things we moved. A little glimpse of her life.

There was the story about her first nativity scene that she and my uncle bought when they were first married.  She told him that they had to have a nativity scene in their new home. So, they went out and got the one that she still has today.  It’s small, but just perfect for her new apartment.

There was the story about when she was looking for a really nice dress for a special occasion.  They found one that she just loved at the first store they visited. She told her husband, “This is it!”  But he was not convinced. He said, “That’s okay, but let’s keep looking and then come back if you still like it.” That is what they did. But, when they came back the dress was gone. The moral of her story was: get it right now, if you like it!

Each of these little stories becomes part of the legacy that she is sharing with us.  We treasure every memory and every story. Each one is just a small part of her life. We are gathering stories every time we visit with her.
 

5 comments:

  1. I always loved hearing stories from my grandparents, aunts, uncles and family friends. They were like little slice of life memories that continue on when shared. Lovely slice, nice writing here.

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  2. Kathy- I love family stories! I begin to think of my slices as a legacy to my daughter to capture our stories! Remember to post your unique url to the main slice each day. I have done that for you this morning as the slice tech helper today. I look forward to seeing more posts from you this month!

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  3. Thank you for sharing your story. Through your words I feel how much you treasure her and her stories.

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  4. How wonderful that you had the time to help her AND to listen; there's one benefit of retirement! Great post!

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  5. This reminds me of a book I use as a touchstone text. An older woman is moving into a smaller home, and she tells stories centered around a basket.

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