This is kind of a heavy blog, and one that is difficult for me to write. I'm sorry I haven't been commenting on everyone's blogs, but it's been a tough couple of weeks. I found out from my mom a couple of weeks ago that my grandmother's health is rapidly deteriorating, to the point that hospice is being called in. Yes, my grandmother is 91 and old people die. But...she raised me. She's always been there for me, more like a mother than a grandmother. So you'll have to forgive me for not feeling the spirit of the holidays.
A little bit about my gramma: she was born in a little unorganized township in northwestern Maine called Chain of Ponds in 1924. When she was a little older, her family moved to a town called Flagstaff that is now at the bottom of a man-made lake. They moved before the decision was made to flood the valley to another tiny town called Eustis. She went to a one-room schoolhouse, and there were seven people in her graduating class. I met four of them at her 60th high school reunion. She met my grampa at a dance, and they got married and moved to western New Hampshire, where she still lives.
But there's a lot I don't know about her from before I was born. I talked with my cousin Sean this morning and we decided to do a Storycorps-style interview with her, if she's willing. I messaged my sister and Sean's brother and asked them if there was anything they'd like us to ask about, and sent them a link to the Storycorps DIY questions webpage. So that's what I'll be concentrating on for the next two weeks. If we pull it off and it comes out decent, I think it will be one kickass Christmas gift to the family.
Sorry to be such a downer. Just needed to write about it.
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