Speaking of great-grandchildren, here’s a question I sometimes ask at workshops. “How many of you can name all of your eight grand-parents?” In most cases there’s hardly a soul who can do that. Then I add, “If you don’t do something now to record and preserve you life story your children’s grand-children won’t know who you are.”

Something to ponder.

I like the thought of my daughter as an old woman at the Nursing Home reading my stories to a great-grandchild.

I can hear the child now. “Was great grand-dad really like that?”

“Yes dear. I remember one night when I was about your age. Daddy took me to the Bomb Shelter for a jam session. Lord he could wear that mandolin out. It was a school night, and we stayed out way too late. Mama got mad, and the next day Daddy took us all out for ice cream, and ……”

Dr. B