Friday, September 10, 2010

Of Grampas, Wheelbarrows and Faulty Memories

While at the cottage just the other week, I chanced to put Nikki Dee in the wheelbarrow and Cuppa chanced to be there with the camera. ↓↓ This photo brought back memories, at least some of which have turned out to be faulty.



Cuppa remembers a photo of her dad pushing Thesha in a wheelbarrow. She might be right, but our box of old slides is so stupidly disorganized that I haven't yet been able to uncover such a gem. I will continue to look and will post if I come across it.

However, be it real or not, her recollection caused me to remember an old photo of my grampa pushing me in a wheelbarrow — or so I thought. But I've been through all of the albums, and I regret to inform the world that (GASP!) my memory is faulty. There is no photo of him pushing me in a wheelbarrow. However, I did find one ↓↓ of me in his wheelbarrow about sixty years ago. I wish he were in it, but alas ...



I so wish I could sit down and have a long talk with my grampas now. There's so much I would like to know: about their childhood, their families, their crossings to Canada, their stories about work, etc. One reason that I blog now is to leave a bit of record behind should my own scions ever wish to know more about the nuts in their family tree: nuts with faulty memories as it turns out.

15 comments:

Mara said...

You look so sweet in that wheelbarrow. As sweet as your granddaughter does in hers!

Diana said...

I so understand AC. Since my mom has passed, I have thought of all of these questions that I would love to ask her. Isn't that the way things go? I love this post. It reminded me of my wheelbarrow ride. Did everyone have one back in the day?! Love Di ♥

Ruth said...

Wheelbarrows and picture taking run in the family. Great set of pictures.

Mary G said...

Hope you are feeling better as the day progresses. Lovely family likeness between little AC and little grand daughter.
The main reason I started blogging was to leave a record for the grand kid. I was lucky that one of my grandparents lived until I was an adult, but I have few memories of the others. I love the way you put it - fellow nut.

Ginnie said...

Both pictures are adorable. You expressed my feeling about why I blog. I would love to have had a written history about my grandparents...and my parents, for that matter. My children kind of put up with my blogging but I still print off the biographical posts and hope it will be of interest at some point.

Anvilcloud said...

Ginnie, like us, the kids won't "get it" until it's too late, for such wistfulness seems to come later in life. I have printed some of my blogs, but I think that I will actually publish properly some someday. It's not that difficult to do anymore.

Bachelor said...

You were a dandy back then AC. Yes, that happens with everyone; the older we get, we wished for those days for asking questions to our ancestors. Have a great weekend, my friend! :) The Bach

Norma said...

A cute picture.

I was fortunate to know both my grandfathers, and even one great grandfather. Frankly, they really weren't very interesting. The grandmothers were, however.

Doris said...

Such a handsome young lad. No wonder Mum said you were the handsomest boy she had ever seen!

Anvilcloud said...

Doris

Thank goodness (sort of) that she can't see me now.

Bernie said...

Before seeing these pictures I didn't think too much about it but I see a strong resemblance between you and Jboy......Smudge is adorable......:-) Hugs

Lorna said...

It's not a good plan of God's(read or....) to make memories so seductive yet so prone to fault.

Tossing Pebbles in the Stream said...

Do you still trust your memory. How brave of you.

I too wish I could still talk to my elders. I am the keeper of our family tree. Do I ever have a lot of questions!

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Jinksy said...

The wooden barrow has a charm all its own - and you look sweet too! LOL :)