I’ve been nostalgic for family stories lately. I guess it has something to do with turning 40 in a little over a week, and having the realization that as the stories die with my grandmother and her kin, they’re dead forever if someone doesn’t carry that torch. I aim to pick up that mantle and hope to do justice to the stories that made us. They’re not all good stories, hell most of them are downright tragic; but they shape who we are and who we’ve become and therefore they’re valuable to share with those that follow after us.
Thanks man! Yea I go back and forth with our history, growing up I felt we had shallow roots and especially because I really don't know my dads family at all for the most part so there was solace in knowing at least a couple generations back on my moms side we had deep roots somewhere, even if I was an outsider. Aging is also very weird. I don't have kids and I guess it lends for more introspection than my siblings likely have time for with multiple children to focus on. I think I'm also learning the importance of place. Found out by some wild coincidence that the small town I live in, that I'd never heard of until 2013 when we moved here, that I have ancestors on my grandfather's side that were born in this tiny town. History/genetics/providence all are wild.
Loved this one. I’ve been feeling very nostalgic for New Jersey lately and I think aging plays a big role. I feel unmoored from my own history.
Might be time for a road trip! Excellent work, homie
Thanks man! Yea I go back and forth with our history, growing up I felt we had shallow roots and especially because I really don't know my dads family at all for the most part so there was solace in knowing at least a couple generations back on my moms side we had deep roots somewhere, even if I was an outsider. Aging is also very weird. I don't have kids and I guess it lends for more introspection than my siblings likely have time for with multiple children to focus on. I think I'm also learning the importance of place. Found out by some wild coincidence that the small town I live in, that I'd never heard of until 2013 when we moved here, that I have ancestors on my grandfather's side that were born in this tiny town. History/genetics/providence all are wild.