I was looking for some photo pages the last week. As I was searching, I came across a scrapbook that Jenna and I created together – or started to anyway.
A neighbor who had three daughters of her own had actually given the album to us. I don’t know if it was something she intended to fill up eventually and life just got in the way, or if she just really wasn’t interested in that kind of thing – or why it had been in her possession in the first place.
I don’t even know how old the album is. There is a copyright from Lansdowne Publishing. It was first published in 1997 than in 1998. The book itself is written and compiled by Deborah Nixon. Designed and Photographed by Robyn Latimer. Beautifully illustrated and very thoughtful. It’s called Mother’s Memories For my Daughter.
I let Jenna pick out all the pictures that she wanted to use. As I'd written down my memories into the book, she would cut out pictures and paste them in. We had fun doing it – and I think it will be a great treasure for her one day – providing that she can actually read it.
When my mind is working faster than my pen, I tend to get sloppy. The fact that cursive isn’t really taught in our public schools anymore has made it even more challenging. Jenna can’t read cursive.
There have been several papers and stories that she has written on – sloppy print and misspells. I have scanned many and have a picture in her original hand and a translation. I figured I could do the same for mine. And so I’ve started. Barely. Started. My mind has raced with almost every page I’ve scanned. There’s much more detail in my head than what’s been written. I have been writing down memories, typing them, searching for more photos – which I know exist – but I cannot find them. More searches. More memories. My fingers cannot keep up with my mind.
Corey has tackled the project of transcribing mom’s journal. I am so excited for it. I’m sure that it will take me longer to read than for him to copy it all.
He shares certain memoirs every now and then. It is fun to see them on facebook and remember when. I love my mom. I have great respect for her. She was such an awesome woman! And just so giving and compassionate. I wish I were more like her.
The memories I have been writing down are about my grandparents and great-grandparents and then I started to write down what I know about Roland’s mom and then I asked him to change the things that I misunderstood and to add his own memories. He wrote things about his dad. I’m glad that he did, because I did not know him. I was in high school when he died – just over twenty years before I had even met Roland.
As I’m typing or writing, I can think of more things. I add thoughts, insert paragraphs, forever cut and paste. I will easily fill up several flash drives. That is where I am. My blog is on the back burner – for a while anyway.