In the process of researching my family history, I have come to a very solid conclusion: my family did not like taking pictures or they were lost.
I remember my grandmother telling me about a fire she had when my father was young, which was why he was afraid of lightning (the three story house was burned to the ground from a lightning strike). I remember seeing the pain in her face while she was telling me the story. All of her antiques, most were kept on the third floor, were destroyed. I can only imagine how many family memories were stored in that house. It was an unforgettable moment her and I shared. Yes, some moments were funny, devastating, and informative. However, we bonded more than day than any other time before that. It was not often that I was able to see my grandmother, but the times I was able to visit, it was hours upon hours of listening to her stories. Moments that I will never forget. Moments that I am trying to keep alive for her, the rest of the family, and for future generations.
I write a lot about my Grandmother McKenzie because there were few moments that we shared, most do not know about. It does not mean I love any of my other grandparents less. I love them all equally, and still wish they were here. But, I do know they are all in a lovely place, and at peace.
I did not know my Grandfather McKenzie very well. I was young when we visited, which was not very often. I did not understand the reason, until my grandmother told me the truth. He was not fond of children, and always had excuses for his grandchildren not to show up. I do not hold it against him. I actually think it was for the best. He was, from my father's and his sibling's explanations, an alcoholic. Looking back now, I wonder if it was because of the way he treated his children. Maybe he regretted it all, and did not want to take the chance to hurt any others. Though, that is neither here or there. I remember a smiling person, who was always nice to my face. That is all that matters.
My mother's parents were funny. I remember them the most because my mother visited quite often. My grandmother was a sweet person, with a sense of humor most cannot match. I remember one particular visit when it was obvious my grandparents had just had an argument. After an hour or so of visiting, my grandfather said something (my grandmother obviously disagreed) because when his back was turned, she showed him a finger I never thought I would see her raise! That was the type of person she was.
Another time I remember, was when we were bringing her to her sister's house for a visit. I think she stayed a weekend or a week. On the way there, for no reason what so ever, she looked at me and stuck her tongue out. Just thinking about those times makes me smile!
My mother's father, was a different personality. He was a quiet man, for the most part. He definitely had his opinions, and did not waste them. Though, there were times that he would just sit in the living room chair, and either fall asleep or watch television. On the other hand, there were times when he would tickle my sister and I to the point of losing our breath (in a good way of course). One time specifically I can remember, was when he showed me his WWII items. He had some machine gun bullets and explained how the person would aim them. He showed me his medals and uniform. There was more, but I cannot remember what they were.
My sister and I every so often talk about him and his "language". It was not profanity, but a humorous distortion of the words. Pretty was purdy, purple was poiple, etc. We still laugh whenever we hear such words.
Today, it seems like people forget to stop and enjoy life. I think this is why I am sharing these certain memories with everyone today. Take the time to make a simple memory that will last an eternity. Savor that memory. Remember the love.
On a different note: Today is Forrest's birthday! Happy Birthday Forrest! It has been almost five years and I love every second. I cannot wait to see what the next five years brings us! We are making our own memories, which I am and will cherish forever! HUG to you!
