Is the past gone forever.... or is there life after death?

[Sunny]

Sometimes when I think about all the changes technology has brought to our lives, and how different everything was when I was a child, I feel like I am a historic relic. It even occurred to me that some of the really old people I remember from my childhood were actually alive during the Civil War! Those who were black might have been slaves at one time, although I grew up in New Jersey, so that's doubtful. I try to tell my grandkids some stories of childhood memories; they listen politely, but probably none of it will be meaningful until they are pretty old themselves.

BTW, I had that set of pyrex bowls also. The large one was yellow. I still have the small one, which is the only one that survived.

 

[Pete]

BTW, I had that set of pyrex bowls also. I still have the small one, which is the only one that survived.

That old green bowl is still in weekly use at my son's home. I gave it to my son and his family along with stories about when his grandmother used it for some wonderful deserts.

 

[RadishRose]

We had soup bowls like this. I love Pyrex, but just have the basic, clear baking dishes and a pie dish.

 

[hearlady]

What is it about old Pyrex bowls? I'm getting ready to give my daughter my old set of Pyrex bowls (avocado green and white with the little flowers). It's because I acquired my MIL's which are older and sturdier.

 

[RadishRose]

I've lived long enough to see children that were formerly opposed, uninterested, ashamed or bored by "family histories" only to turn around later with an intense interest! It happens a lot.

Something happens to people after a certain age. Whether it's a new understanding and subsequent love for family members or a point where longing for the security of childhood is wished for, or an understanding of why a childhood was sad or traumatic.... many will later need and so appreciate, the bank of memories and stories; facts and descriptions of times past that we've built up for them.

It would be nice for us to see them making withdrawals from those memory banks we've been depositing into, and often we may, but sometimes they don't need it until after we're gone. But that's ok too.

 

[Warrigal]

Yesterday I had a lie down and my bedside radio was on a classical music station. I listened to a set of German dances by Mozart and my mind flew to memories of a dear uncle who has passed now but was a keen collector of symphony music, then to his wife, my late aunt and finally to a cousin that I have not heard from in quite a while. So today I stirred myself to write a letter, something I don't do much these days.

As long as we have touched some hearts while we live, we remain alive in lovely memories and stories passed down the generations.

 

[Sassycakes]

I was lucky enough to have had such good memories of my past with my parents and all their brothers and sisters. My 1 Grandmom and my 2 grandfathers.My other grandmom had passed when I was only 4yrs old. I learned a lot about her from my Mom's family. As my 2 children were growing up I shared many memories I had from my family. When my grandchildren were born I even started telling them the stories. I also have written a lot of things down so they can read them. I remember the year my Grandmother died less then a month before Christmas. My Mother wouldn't decorate the house and we were told Santa wouldn't be visiting us on Christmas. My Dad felt soo bad that he bought me and my sister who was 6yrs old our first walking dolls. About 4 yrs ago my sister and I were offered $2,000.00 for our dolls but the memories were worth more then money so we refused to sell them. We both put them under our Christmas trees every year and they make us happy.