I got my subject with the help of my dad. I decided to go ahead and write about animals. I learned that my dad had dogs and even found a stray dog and brought him home on his bike. He walked the bike up Farmington Rd hill with the dog in his basket! This bike cost $9 back then also. My grandmother who was born in 1896 rode a horse to school, let him graze in the field while she was in class, then got back on him to ride him home! Wow have the times changed! What would kids today do in a world like that? Gripe about not having a cell phone probably!! I was happy to learn more about my dad's family since I had no idea about the things he told me. My grandfather worked in a coal mine, walked to work 4 miles and made 50 cents a day. That was voluntary from my dad's story telling. I just hope I can tackle this assignment and come out with good comments from my instructor. This will be the challenging one!
Now I never have trouble with a writing assignment. Well guess what? Now I do! We have to "research" our history of our family and interview family members. I'm not close to any of my family. My sister doesn't talk to me, my brother is all about joking around, and my parents don't like talking about them being married years ago. My grandmothers are both deceased so I'm in a bind. My mom's mother grew up in an orphanage and was really poor. My dad's mother was also poor. Nothing happy came from our history so I hate writing about a big downer like that. I may either skip this assignment or just send in something referring to me growing up. My family always had a soft spot for stray animals, as well as I do now so that could be something. I need suggestions bad!
I just put up my memoir and I realize I have to pay attention to showing instead of telling. I need to describe the houses I lived in for one thing. It seems rocky in the beginning with adjusting to having a step-mother and that she scared me. The end of my memoir will come back to this - I end up understanding how hard it is to live in a house where someone else has been. It's not easy, believe me! The other person's memory is always there for the first few years. I just wish me, Lori, and Brian could have had a better relationship with Pat. The beginning of this memoir is how I felt as a child. Not how I feel now. Just want to clarify this in case my family reads my site.
My mother in law got me a very nice journal for my birthday. There are cut outs for photos and it appears to be in three sections. First section is about my childhood in Norwood in the 70's. Next section is my teen years in the 80's and the last section will be adulthood. As I write in my journal, I seem to hate my teen years the most. Being isolated on Cameron Lane where you can't just walk to someone's house nearby was hard to get used to. I always hated it and hated living there. I guess that's why I never forgave my family for moving us out of Norwood. It's amazing how certain parts of our lives are great and others are bad. I have more work to do on it and hope to dig up old photos or other items than can be kept in the envelope attached inside the cover. So many pages to fill up!!