My Grandparent’s Blog
In a world where the trend is being unique and where sharing your unique experiences is as easy as “click, click, click, submit” we all tend to forget that 90% of the time, we’re full of crap. While blog entries about gleaning a free ice cream cone from the local Dairy Queen may be impressive to you, it’s really not. And your diatribe about getting a parking ticket at Starbucks? Well, I’m sorry – but life goes on, pal…
Our generation knows how to communicate but do we ever really have anything to say?
Dante and Vera D'Apice
Recently a story was published in a Chicagoland newspaper about my grandparents (SEE IT HERE) It was in a section that features heartwarming stories spotlighting interesting people from generations past. The fact that this author found my grandparent’s story worthy of a feature is proof of how lucky I am to be related to them.
The story talks of my grandma working in locomotive factory, pouring steel, while my grandpa was away at war. It talks of my grandpa as a young NAVY sailor, navigating a landing craft through a sea of dead soldiers in the French invasion with bullets whizzing by his face. It’s a story of how they loved each other and wanted nothing more than to start a family after the war (and here I sit today).
It’s a story that proves to me, if my grandparents could blog, it would be the best damn blog on the face of the earth. It’s a story that puts my (our) stories in perspective. It’s a story that makes me want to know all of my grandparent’s stories, whether they telegraph, Twitter or just tell it to me. I’ll leave that challenge up to them.
God bless ‘em.
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