Grandma was a story teller.
She told stories in songs, she told stories in poetry. But most of all she told her family stories - about the people and places and things that make us all who we are.
Many years ago, she decided she needed to put these family stories down on paper. Grandpa spent many hours driving her around their Idaho valley, interviewing family - and people who knew family who had passed on - so that she could learn their stories. She learned everything she could about anything that had to do with their family heritage. She had a wonderful memory and was an excellent historian and record keeper.
On the long cold winter nights, she sat at a little card table with pen and paper - and a Q-tip dipped in hydrogen peroxide to erase any mistakes. She wrote out the stories by hand, and sometimes if the pages weren't perfect, she threw them away and started all over. Eventually she filled a big black Book of Remembrance that was a few inches thick.
On the title page she wrote: “My family, My record books and histories are my ‘Footprints in the Sands of Time’. Lillian V. Perkins”. That book is now in the possession of her son, Larry, my dad.
Grandma would be amazed by computers. She would be thrilled that - with the touch of a button - we can type a history, erase a mistake, and even share our stories with the world.
This blog is meant to carry on where she left off . . . to continue telling our family stories.
She told stories in songs, she told stories in poetry. But most of all she told her family stories - about the people and places and things that make us all who we are.
Many years ago, she decided she needed to put these family stories down on paper. Grandpa spent many hours driving her around their Idaho valley, interviewing family - and people who knew family who had passed on - so that she could learn their stories. She learned everything she could about anything that had to do with their family heritage. She had a wonderful memory and was an excellent historian and record keeper.
On the long cold winter nights, she sat at a little card table with pen and paper - and a Q-tip dipped in hydrogen peroxide to erase any mistakes. She wrote out the stories by hand, and sometimes if the pages weren't perfect, she threw them away and started all over. Eventually she filled a big black Book of Remembrance that was a few inches thick.
On the title page she wrote: “My family, My record books and histories are my ‘Footprints in the Sands of Time’. Lillian V. Perkins”. That book is now in the possession of her son, Larry, my dad.
Grandma would be amazed by computers. She would be thrilled that - with the touch of a button - we can type a history, erase a mistake, and even share our stories with the world.
This blog is meant to carry on where she left off . . . to continue telling our family stories.
