1862 Civil War Ambulance crew picking up the wounded after a battle.
Florida, nice weather tonight:
We had friends over Last night. We played Scrabble. My game. I have the best 2 and 3 letter words. Most folk don’t like to play scrabble with me because, like in Golf, I always have the lowest score. Tonight I made them all look bad. I had 27, I felt bad some of them had up to 300. I did not gloat, I am a good sport. It really amazes me how easy it is to avoid those double and triple letter places, but everyone else doesn’t seem to notice. Oh well, I must admit, I am just good.
Tonight Dallas mentioned the book I had written for the family and our history. He was curious about the modern devices that have replaced the ‘tape recorder’. His reason for asking was that he is considering an oral history of his family and did not know a good media to use. I also had no idea when he asked.
I am a curious guy. So a few searches (googles) I found many devices that can be used. I was shocked that there are small recorders that can record over 1000 hours for less than $90.00. Wow that shocked me. I am looking forward to giving him a few pages of results on the subject.
I am a believer in leaving information for our future generations. Not everyone will become curious, but I am sure someone will. Someone out there may be interested in doing it, and it is not a big mystery. There are many groups with ideas of leaving an oral history, even with pictures.
Example; I will never forget. Son Jack married Carol. She was in the USAF, stationed at the Pentagon. She had a wonderful red-headed son. The dude was easy to love. In a year or so another son, Benjamin Aaron was born.
I loved that little dude. I always referred to him as “The greatest boy that ever lived.” I would load up food and milk bottles, diapers and take him to my construction sites.
There was a very traumatic happening. Jack’s wife left him, took the boys one day while Jack was at work. She did not leave a forwarding address, state or city. For three years I never heard from “TGBTEL”. He later was embarrassed about my calling him the greatest, so I cut it down to the letters:TGBTEL.
After the shock of his being gone. I had a small tape recorder. The recorder was in my desk and daily, I would talk to him. Hoping one day he would hear them. Over the years I filled many tapes.
YES, he finally did get to hear them when he was probably in the 4-5th grades in school. I remember his first comment after the first tape, “Grandpa, I can’t believe you thought you would never see me again!”
He is grown now. I think I gave him the tapes. I cannot remember what happened to them.
BUT your family history will be important to A FEW of your off spring.