1910 and My New Year's Resolution

Just thinking about that.  New Years Day is somewhat sad and wistful.  When my dad was alive and retired to the deep south and by chance I visited, we always got up at the crack of dawn and played golf, no matter the weather or how much celebrating the night before. The score didn't really matter (although of course it did).  It was being out doing something that both of us loved to do.

He was born in 1910 so this would have been his 100th year.  I got to thinking about that and suff like that over the holidays as I have now three granddaughters and I want them to have things of mine now and then as I don't have much of his and certainly nothing from his youth.  I looked around the momento box and there is a lot of stuff from WWII and a bunch of golf scorecards and ball markers from all over the place. I do have his HS year book from 1928 and a couple photographs.  Growing up in the time he grew up probably didn't mean there would be a lot of "things" like we have them now. I have his stories though and although he didn't talk to me ever about personal things I got the gist of a lot of what his life was like.

I do remember that when I graduated from high school he was 55 and his birth was exactly mid-way between that date and the end of the civil war which seems like ancient history to many of us. Actually his grandfather was an illustrator of battlefield scenes and was at Gettysburg...just one story that popped out. 

Anyway, my resolution is to not only make sure my granddaughters have little bits of things for their shoebox in the closest but stories that go along with them. It helps on New Year's Day mornings to do stuff like that, specially when you miss someone very very much.