"what is it with ones blog?". I am not sure I would have asked my daughter Pasha to set up a blog for me had I known what having one, or should I say writing one, turns out to be.
What I wanted to do is get my house in order.
All photos are in albums in chronological order starting with arrival in Canada in 1956 and ending with NOT YET. Photos of people that my children don't know are burned and others such as of office parties and other events are weeded down to two or three of the same event. Why burden Pasha and Besito de Luz with 'who is this' questions after I am gone. Most photos have a little story to tell. I typed it up, cut it out and inserted it below the photo. That part of 'house order' is settled. Shots of our family life spread out on a shelf. 12 volumes long.
Then there is a thick album which I named 'Je me souviens'.
The first section contains 2 photos of German grandma and grandpa together and many photos of grandma's 4 siblings.
Next section shows Greek grandma alone and Greek grandpa with his 3 boys, one daughter.
Next section is filled with photos taken when mom and dad were courting, 2 of my baptism on a Greek island and a handful of other shots of my brother and I in Greece and some nieces and aunts and uncles.
Next section is my life in Germany, age 6 up to the day my husband, baby Pasha and I left Germany. Lots of '1st time' memories are living here. Some are typed and inserted and some.........................now my thoughts finally return to the why of this post.
This blog was meant to contain little life stories that mothers tell their children. Things that they remember but never had the chance to tell them.
I have since realized that writing a blog also means reading blogs and reading blogs means making comments and making comments means that the writer looks at the blog of the commenter and, being polite, makes a comment on the writer's blog.
I know that you follow me but have a hard time following myself. Just said Prost to myself for the second time. A wineglass filled with Baileys, the original Irish cream. Ya, ya, I do have the little liquor glasses that this drink is served in but they are to small to be used for what I call desert.
So, where was I?Yes, I found R's blog and liked it and thought to myself "let me see if I like any of the blogs she reads, I can't go wrong" and that's how I got to you L. and to you N. and to you T. and to you RR and to B. Of course I continue reading H's blog which is kind of a ground stone of my blog reading.
I never mentioned that it sometimes takes me more time to write a two-line comment than it takes you to write a two-page post. Why, because I chose to read challenging blogers and/or blogers who inform me about subjects that have woken my curiosity. I now feel that I am playing in a league into which I don't belong. But, I got hooked on you all, on your kindness especially, and don't want to let go.
So much about blogging.
While writing this I realize that NO, I am not super organized, I AM controlling and the other thing I noticed, actually it rubbed itself in as I was writing, is the fact that I/we do not have a single picture of Mom and Dad together. I know that they were married. I saw it written on their divorce papers.
PS I wrote this last evening. Just justifying time of drink.