Beginnings

Once upon a time there was a man who had a lot of stories to tell.

And he told them well! He had a wealth of history and information that is lost to the generations that follow his.

Unfortunately, he was/is a very oral man, and as the years pass by his family and friends begin to get very antsy that the stories that live in his head will not survive him unless he writes them down.

Did I say that once upon a time there was a man who had a lot of stories to tell, but that he was/is a Master Procrastinator. Beyond tomorrow there is a wealth of tomorrow's, - but there is a stage in one's life when memories of early years are strongest.

This is the time to seize the day, organize one's self, set priorities, and put every body's longings to rest.

I long for Dad to tell the story of this, or I long for Dad to put down his reminiscences, or I long for Dad to tell us in print the stories he remembers of his Father, and his Grandfather, - his mother and his brothers. And the early days of the town he grew up in, and the orchard that was home. The days when he piloted a Lancaster, and stories of the crew who have remained friends for over sixty years. So many longings......surely we can satisfy some of them.

The truth of the matter is that the Storyteller needs his Secretary to spring into the breach and guide him along the pathway into Blogland - such a wonderful vehicle for telling the tales of the past.

We are about to embark on this adventure, and invite you to come along. Watch carefully, and closely, - one never knows when this journey will start! And wouldn't you hate to miss the starting bugle!