Kupuna

Yes, I know we've all had our issues with our parents--but they are a storehouse of family memories that we don't have. I've encouraged our mother, one of the last of her family left to us, to write down what she remembers. Whether it's accurate or not--whether it is fair or not, it's HER memory that is important. More importantly, it may be all the memory we will have of people who are gone.

She starts with a memory of her beloved brother, Joseph. (Since I've had to move this blog, the memory will have to be moved, too.) She even gives directions on how to read it. The memory is written on a typewriter. She won't ever computerize her documents so I'm doing it for her, one smidgen, one morsel of information at a time. (See my other blog for further adventures in getting softcopy for the computer resistant at http://pbr-itslaterthanyouthink.blogspot.com/.)

We have children and grandchildren who should hear these terrifying stories of courage, audacity and hope from the generation that fought and survived World War II and the Great Depression.