“To live in lives we leave behind
Is not to die”
I was recently looking back at some of the blogs I had written earlier and came across this one – My September Years written in September 2011. One of the joys of blogging is the interaction between people from far and wide and I particularly like reading the comments some months later.
One such comment from my blogging pal Patti at A New Day Dawns was “You have a suitcase full of memories packed away, places I can’t even imagine visiting, Judith. Grandchildren are a wonderful treasure for our later years, aren’t they?” And I started thinking that yes, we do keep our memories together and a suitcase is a great place to hold them.
But once you get to my age, that suitcase just has to be very big. just like this steamer trunk. I have so many memories and I love to share them with my family and friends. I started to write down my memories with the intention of having them bound into a book or books, for my grandchildren. Several friends were interested and wanted to do the same thing, so I devised a programme for people wishing to keep their memories to pass on, and ran courses on this for a couple of years. We all had fun and many made new friends after joining one of the courses.
Each course was limited to 8 people and ran for 6 weeks. Participants were encouraged to write a memory a week and bring it to the meeting the following week to read out to the others. And what memories people had. There was lots of laughter and some tears. At the end of each memory read there would be time for questions and comments (never during the reading) and then we would discover that another person in the group had much the same experience and memory. It was fantastic to see these strangers at the beginning of the course, become firm friends by the end.
At the end of the course, I encouraged everybody to write one memory a week. In this way, allowing for holidays, they would have 50 memories in a year, quite enough to start a Memory Book for their families.
And here is one of my family’s favourite photos of Granma –
I promise I was smoking apple wood, on a lovely summer evening, having had dinner in a Bedouin’s tent in the desert.
“Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories.”
Judith Baxter, blogger and friend
And if anyone is interested in writing their memories and would like a copy of the workbook I should like to give you one as my gift to you. This would be in pdf form. Please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org for your copy.