I made a book of memories for my grandfather (I'm pretty sure that I've talked about this before). In the book I told him that some of my favorite memories of him and my grandmother surround our goodbye ritual.
After school, my sister and I would go to our Grandparents house (more times than not) and wait for our mother to get off of work. A lot of the time, we knew about what time she was supposed to come get us, and we would be waiting for her.
She would load us into the van (she drove a Dodge Caravan), and my grandfather would stand on the sidewalk. My grandmother would start talking to my mom through the passenger side window (sometimes). More often than not, she would stand in the street and talk to her through the driver side window. Before we would pull away, my mom would tell my grandmother to watch her toes. The would stand together and wave at us on the sidewalk until we couldn't see them anymore. Depending on which direction we went, sometimes she would wave at us from the middle of the street.
The other day, I gave my grandfather this book. When I drove away, he waved at me fro
I love family history and the various ways that it can be approached by researchers! I hope that this blog is interesting and inspiring!