Not long ago Chatter Master wrote a blog titled “Is Will Be What Was” http://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2014/06/05/is-will-be-what-was/which inspired me if of nothing else to draw Cari’s (my granddaughter’s) hand superimposed over mine. If you go to Chatter’s post, you will inspired as well, maybe not to do the handprint thing, but inspired none the less. Her perspective is a delightfully written little narrative that speaks to generations before and after, now and then and the joys and wonderment that come with it. Something, on even my best of days I couldn’t hope to replicate and this isn’t my intent.
But I wanted to do something with that visual. The impact of one generation laid over another. Here at the Hamilton home we have a “brag wall”. It is a wall that serves no other purpose that to display family photos. LOL the brag wall is located out of the normal public viewing area of our home, so are friends are not subjected to this on a constant basis. Some of the pictures reflect special moments, but most are of the family at various stages of our lives. Our wall has pictures that span over almost 40 years of the Bill, Steph and Allison show. But also some of the displayed photos are actually even older because they show me as a child, that alone makes some of these photos 60 + years old, and without doing an inventory I suspect there are pictures there or should be there of our parents with their parents, so now I guess I should say some of the pictures reach back almost 100 years. If they aren’t on the wall they will be.
Right at this moment the “brag” wall has only 1 picture on it. That picture was taken last year when we took Allison’s family, on the Disney cruise. The other pictures were taken down when we had the interior of the house painted, and we were too lazy to put them back up. One of my missions between now and the end of retirement will be to get the “brag wall” back to its old self. I want it to be a place that Cari can drag her mom and ask who was this, or who was that, or why do you look so goofy mom. Because I am sure Allison will have a story or two to share, and if she doesn’t then she can drag Steph into the conversation, between them they can look, smile, giggle, or maybe cry. Who knows? And then they can explain the picture together while they continue to laugh and giggle.
The “brag wall” will be part of the legacy I leave behind when the end of retirement comes. And while she doesn’t know it yet, Allison will be a big player in helping re-establish the wall. The handprints picture will be framed and a place set aside for it in the wall. Shadow box photos of Cari and Allison (both taken at the approximate same age) which look almost identical will have a special place. The wall will claim its former glory.
Many of you know I write the bulk of my posts for my daughter and granddaughter’s future enjoyment. I write a lot about me as a kid, my adventures, my miss adventures, about things that were important (or seemed so at the time), or things not so important, by anyone’s measure. Most of my life history is wrapped up in these words. These stories will be part of the legacy I will leave behind. When other children are talking about their grandparents Cari will have her grandmother and these stories to share as she sees fit.
The stories I write about Allison are a way of reverse revenge. Cari will see what kinda of crap her mother tried to get away with, and either develop a different game plan or search for and find new and unique ways to get over on her mom and dad. That is a child main purpose in life, to get over on the parents and grandparents. LOL heck it is a war of wills whenever Cari comes to visit. She has her agenda, and being a guy (even a grandfather) I for the life of me can never figure out the female’s plan. But I will admit that I generally lose the war of wills, and in doing so love every minute of it.
Folks, thank you for allowing me the opportunity to take some of your time. I do appreciate it greatly. If you have any question or comments please feel free to ask. Take care, Bill