As we get older, a lot of what we remember from our childhood gets lost unless we write it down. Remember when we used to all sit at the dinner table at night and Mom and Dad used to pass along stories of things that happened when they were young? We live in such a busy world now with meal times often being a "grab and eat" event so that everyone can go off to "do their thing". Family communication is disappearing (unless you count facebook) and we are not learning enough from our shared pasts. If my stories get forgotten, my grandchildren will miss a big part of what made them what they are today.
So ... I am going to write down the stories of my youth, growing up in an Italian Canadian neighbourhood in Vancouver's East End and also some of the precious memories I have about my children as they grew up. Things that I thought were very normal often turned out to be very funny and unique. I want to make sure that my memories of these things live on far past my time here - I plan to be around for a long time yet, but ... just in case.
I also invite my friends to tell me their stories so I can write them in this blog too. I want to help them be remembered as well. If any of my friends are reading this blog, please send me your stories and I will post them!
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