On and off for the past several weeks…months really, I have been stuck. It seems as though every time I would try to post a blog my mind would go blank! Nothing! So I ‘cheated’ a little. I used some canned stuff about your home, maintaining it and insuring it. I am determined not to have that happen again…but I make no promises.
One way to get around the block was to commit to a series of posts on one subject. I decided to get a little autobiographical. I came up with the title The Life I Think I Lived. It is OK, not great, but it is serving a purpose.
Big Lou, Gert and the boys.
Over the course of the next few weeks I will add posts about the life I think I lived, but some people may not agree with what I remember about MY life. My brothers and cousins and the wives and children lived their own lives and where our lives intersected, they may remember things a bit differently. I do not claim to have a perfect memory. I invite their comments on changes that they would make to my story, but would rather hear their comments in the context of their stories in their own blog someday.
I started to outline the series below. This is a work in progress and is subject to change. I may leave out parts or add others. It should be fun…there are no axes to grind, no resentment for anything that happened or any of that stuff. What I learned from Carmel (Mom, the only woman in the photo), is that you should only remember the good about others. That is what I will try to do.
Please leave a comment. Tell me what you think of the plan. And, if you’d like to, share it with your friends on FB or Twitter. That would really get me motivated to write more!
As your older cousin, I really appreciated reading this blog of yours. Brought back loads of good memories, especially of Lions Street (the country). I remember being driven out there by Uncle Louis in that little car he had where the trunk opened up into extra seats. The good old days.
Willie, The next Post will touch on life on Lion’s St, Big Lou’s split shifts, walking to school and to Jefferson Playground. Of course, it will only be what I remember…
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