Creeva’s World 2.0

So out of all my writ­ing that I know my fam­ily reads, they are reluc­tant to com­ment (granted my mother has good rea­son since I would turn it around).   they don’t want to go on record, they want to keep har­mony bet­ter then I do, or they don’t really like me.   What­ever the rea­son I know I have a few sib­lings and a cou­ple par­ents (since I assume my mother does check in occa­sion­ally and curses me under her breath) that read my site.   Yet the com­ments are few and far between if at all.   I do hear after some­thing has been pub­lished for awhile, what facts or fig­ures I man­aged to get wrong (mostly it’s details that don’t mat­ter).  My father is good at this, and nor­mally I don’t call him out (Hi Dad!).

I may have changed his mind a bit though, last time we talked I men­tioned to in some ways this will be the only recorded his­tory going for­ward.   That he needs to tell things in his point of view or they will be lost.   That if I’m wrong already one gen­er­a­tion after him, what are his great-great grand­kids going be?  They won’t have a mag­i­cal insight that I was wrong, they will take it at face value.  So while my fam­ily are alive it is their respon­si­bil­ity to set things right, oth­er­wise my word is truth.

I’m happy to be called out.  I’m happy to be told my facts are not quite right.   I would love to prove some­thing isn’t my imag­i­na­tion (which some­times I think they believe I make this stuff up).  I do hope that even though they don’t com­ment, they gain a mem­ory back.   I amuse them.  I give them a smile for their day.  I’m also sure I give them a few curse words that cross their lips.

Yes writ­ing about my fam­ily is cathar­tic to me, and I go to it when I crutch.   I don’t write exclu­sively about my fam­ily, since I write about what­ever is hap­pen­ing in the moment in my head.   So I don’t expect them to com­ment every­thing I write — if my youngest sis­ter started com­ment­ing on my arti­cle of things you should have ready before talk­ing to a con­sul­tant I would won­der why?  I don’t need pity comments.

I’m also going to encour­age them for keep­ing the fam­ily his­tory going for­ward by email­ing my upcom­ing child.   What do they want to tell him? What if they get hit by a bus tomor­row?   The best time to get this stuff down is today.   If my mother wants to email my son (which she’ll have to get the address from my sis­ter), she is wel­come to — I have no rea­son to cen­sor it even if she would bad mouth me at all.   That’s for him, not for me.   When he is old enough and can read, he will have the keys to the email king­dom and can decide what he wants to do from there.   Will he cher­ish and pro­tect the mem­o­ries or will he delete them, putting all of our thoughts into dig­i­tal obliv­ion?  I can only do the best to save his family’s his­tory from my point of view, and I’m sure I still won’t be able to give him all the answers he or his descen­dants may have.

When he is born he will have 3 cousins, 5 uncles, 4 aunts, 6 grand­par­ents, and 4 great grand­par­ents still liv­ing.   To put that in per­spec­tive when I was born I had 0 cousins, 4 uncles, 4 grand­par­ents, and 4 (maybe 3?) great grand­par­ents liv­ing.  This gives him the ben­e­fit of more infor­ma­tion input, plus with the advent of dig­i­tal tech­nol­ogy and archiv­ing — in the­ory the e-mail archives should be more resilient then paper let­ters I would have lost over the years.

I started off this post one side and ended up another, but now I bring it all back.   It’s all about sto­ries, his­tory, and get­ting things right — even though view points will color the his­tory.   I don’t want to be the only one with view­points on this blog, whether your friends, fam­ily, or a ran­dom stranger I’m happy to get and respond to com­ments.    I’ll leave you with that.

P.S. Yes that is me in the pic­ture with the mul­let — want to start some­thing over it?

P.P.S. My fam­ily and friends also ask me when I’m going to write this story or that one.  It’s all in good time.  I’m hop­ing to col­lect as many moments as possible.