Welcome to here!
Believing in the idea of:
Holding your nose and jumping,
I am doing it by starting here with some random stories of my life with my parents. The only reason behind this Log Book is I want to pass these precious (to me) memories of my parents onto my sons who are now in their thirties.
I have always been a reader and to this day, I prefer it as a way to absorb content of all sorts. I do not resonate or respond well with videos or podcasts or any other of the types of expression that involve passively sitting there and watching some yahoos yakking or doing schtuff. I like to engage with a hard copy book, period. I grew up that way and using kindle or other media just does not happen for me.
Therefore, I am writing and reading this as I go along (proofreading).
Not sure how many of these random memories of parents will show up here but I am going to get some, if not all of them memorialized here for my sons.
I am not sure what order (chronologically) they will occur to me but I will try to give them some context, as “…in 1964, when I was 14 years old…” This effort is important to me since I am now 73 years young and we just never know, do we? My sons need to hear these stories because they have asked me for them and I have never found a way to do that, until now, with this Log Book. BTW, I absolutely despise the word “blog” and refuse to call this site anything else but a Log Book, as this former sailor was required to keep at one time in my past.
So with that long preamble I will begin my trip down memory lane..