Originally my grandmother's stories were on cassette. The background noise was horrible, and her voice was quiet. After technology improved, my father was able to have the tapes put into CD. I was given a CD, but at the time my grief over grandma's death and my anger at cancer prevented me from placing the CD into the player. Many years and many moves later, I lost it somewhere. I called dad and he couldn't find his copy either! [Insert feelings of guilt here] How could I have let that happen? I felt like I had let down history. What if my family forgets? I love history and I let my own family history get lost! Well, a few years later, dad found his copy and had it remastered again as technology had improved once more as it tends to do. I now have in my possession the new CD set complete with fancy labels and all.
This is where my experience begins.
My father's mother was a born story teller. She always had a family story to tell. Years ago before she passsed away, my father recorded (on cassette tape no less) our family stories. I have not had the heart to listen to them until now. This blog is less about loss and and more about life, laughter and the importance of preserving family oral history.
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