My Great Grandmother’s Diaries

So a few days ago my grandmother told my mom that she found her mothers diaries from the 1950’s. She then proceeded to tell my mother that she was just going to burn them because they probably didn’t have much to say.

My mother wasn’t going to let her grandmother’s history be erased so quickly. So, my mom and I went to my grandmother’s house today and snuck the diaries out of the house.

We couldn’t let something so precious be demolished.

My great grandma wrote in her journal every day for years. I am glued to these diaries. And yeah, my grandma may have been right, there isn’t much said in the diaries, but that’s beside the point.

She talks about ironing and washing often. She goes to play bridge. One day she bought a cabbage. So, yeah, not a lot of huge events are happening. However, the joy and excitement I have while reading these make the stories feel like she was a Hollywood star or something.

My great grandma mentions her mother a lot. A lady I’ve heard about for years. My great-great grandmother passed long before I was born, but she has always been a lady I feel connected to. Afterall, I am named after her.

Hearing about what her mother was like, and learning about what my great grandma was like is so exciting to me.

My mother loved her grandma, and I am so happy that my mom will forever have these diaries to hold onto. They tell the story about before she was born, and if you know my mom’s family, you know that that’s quite the story.

I’ve decided that I’m going to start journaling too. I want to leave something behind for my kids, or their kids, and maybe even their kids. Maybe someday my grandkids and great grandkids will want to know what their grandmother was like at 22 years old…

… now that I’m thinking about it…

I’m going to have to hide these diaries for a long time, they don’t need to know all my secrets while I’m alive. 🙂

Maybe I’ll write my diaries addressed to them.

I’ll have to write a disclaimer in advanced.

“Warning: Your grandmother had her fun in her youth, do not think any less of her now that you know her secrets, she’s still the angel you’ve always thought of her as.”

I’m just kidding, I’m not that bad whatsoever. All they’ll be reading about is how I went to school and work.

 

P.S

School is going well! My lowest grade is a 95%

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The Fam

I come from a small family. I have a mom and dad (most of us do, that’s’ how we got here), and a little brother.

This is us. A long time ago.

Mark + Vicki + Braxton + Selina = family.

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My parents are parents. They work and do whatever it is people with full-time jobs and two kids do.

So basically they work, sleep, and pay bills.

Sometimes they get really crazy and stay up past 9:30. That’s on a rare occasion though.

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This is Mom. I forget sometimes her real name is Vicki, because in my mind her legal name is Mom.

Anyways, mom likes to sleep often, but she gets up at the crack of dawn. Mom also has a passion for power walking. She’ll walk around the neighborhood in any weather. She’s cute, I love her.

She works too much. She also cries at anything. I’m pretty sure she’s cried watching the season finale of The Bachelor. 

She’s a lovely women though, God blessed me with her.When I go to heaven I need to remember to thank Him for her.

She’s put up with a lot.

That’s all I have to say about Mom.

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This is Dad. He works too much as well. I miss him. I look the most like him, and I act the most like him. He’s a fairly chill guy. He likes to lecture you until you fall asleep (don’t tell him I said that).

Dad also likes to fish…likes, is an understatement. My mother is not my dads first love, fishing is. He doesn’t care if he caught 100 fishes or zero. All his fishing buddies (we call them his “girlfriends”) share this bizarre passion for fishing too.

How I feel about fishing, is how he feels about makeup. Meaning, I’m sure it’s great, but not for me.

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This is Sibling. I have many names I call him but the top three are Sibling, Baby Brother, and Braxy. Clearly my “little” brother is not so little. He’s 16 and 6 ft tall.

This kid is my BFF.

You know how people say twins have telepathy? Well we do too. We speak fluent sibling.

My sibling is the best. I love him. I’m also very protective of him. I can make fun of him, and laugh at him, but until Hell freezes over no one else can.

My favorite thing ever is that I got to grow up with my best friend. I used to dress him in my clothes (I loved putting him in skorts) He didn’t know the difference. I was his sister and I told him to do it so he listened.

We got to go to France for two weeks over the summer and that was the most amazing experience.

One of the oddest things in life is watching your sibling grow up. Braxton may be 6ft, run cross country, drive a car, and have a girlfriend.

In my mind, however; Braxton will always be 4 years old, afraid of anything, play with Hot Wheels, and think girls have cooties.

No matter what may happen, this is my family. My “ride or die” as the kids say it these days.

No one can mess with them. If they try, they’ll have to go through all 5’2 of me first.