I have a grandpa who is a pretty badass kind of guy. Throughout my life he has told me stories of his life, all of which were quite interesting-- possibly because he is an amazing story teller. Due to both personal interest and academic interest I've decided to interview him.
Sadly, I regret to say that I don't have a specific topic picked out. My grandpa has suffered a stroke and he's short term memory is shot, making it difficult to hold a conversation with him. While his earlier memories are perfectly fine, it will be difficult to get him to stay focused. Because of that I don't want to narrow my focus too much, in case he decides that he doesn't find the subject interesting.
But here are my vague ideas of what I am planning on asking him, and hopefully one will pan out.
Idea Number One:
My grandpa was in the Vietnam War. I always thought wars were interesting, especially from a first person perspective. Reading about the most recent war in the papers and watching it on television--it's nothing compared to being told first hand what happened. I haven't heard a lot of stories from the war from my grandpa, but I can see clearly emotion that is never portrayed by a news reporter.
Idea Number Two:
My grandpa has told me few stories of the industries he has worked in. They are much different than what they are now, the most notable change for me being the safety codes.
Idea Number Three:
Farming! Farming was one of my grandpa's dearest passions when he was younger. He talks about that often.
Idea Number Four:
Just generally the changing of the rules in society. I've heard quite a few good stories of my grandpa kicking ass and taken names, not necessarily on a legal level. While my grandpa always did things to help people out, I'm not so sure today's society would see it that way. It would be interesting to look into those changes.
Alright, I'm done making your eyes bleed. Thank you for the read!
This is a blog for Writing 205 at Montana State University. That alone means it'll be awesome.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Find It
Small things are easy to forget.
A missing pen? I can replace it.
A missing paper? I have more.
It is not always
worth the effort for small things to be found.
Replacement is not always the
first thought when we lose
something important—it sometimes cannot be an option
at all.
The level of importance affects how we pursue the issue of a
missing
item or feeling. A small need is all it takes—
a small need can leave a hole in
your heart.
Nearby is where we start.
Friends,
family. Familiar territory is the safest route to take,
though not always the
easiest. Admitting that something is lost is a
difficult first step to say to
oneself, nonetheless everyone else.
But if it means finding the lost, it is
worth it.
Worth a try, at least.
So the journey begins!
Where could it have gone?
What could have happened to it? Did I lose it?
Or did it
leave?
Where? Where? Why?
This path cannot be easy. Many
things can block the way,
but nothing that diligence and focus cannot get you
through.
But for one second of doubt, one mistake, and you crash.
Doubt never
really goes away. Slowing you down and
hindering you, it just waits for you to
give in.
It could very well stop you completely.
Giving up is not an option.
If
you are not willing to make the journey to find it, it does not deserve to be
found by you.
Faith and desire will keep you moving. It is important to find
what you have lost.
Stand up. Keep moving.
There is no weakness in asking
for help.
Even the friendliest of sources can be intimidating.
The doubt returns to tell you that no one can help,
why would anyone help,
how can you succeed if you ask for help?
Ask anyway.
There are still kind spirits out
there.
We do not always find what we are
looking for. It can be taxing and giving up is sometimes just easier. Sometimes
it is the answer. Why bother?
Why?
Because we need to face our
monsters.
Maybe it cannot be found.
Maybe it was never really yours to be begin
with—just something you deluded yourself into believing you had. Maybe it is
something you have yet to find.
Face it. Fight it.
Find it.
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