How many times over the last two years have I said I don’t know what my dream is? A lot! Let me put it another way, what would you do if you knew you could not fail? Deep down my dream really hasn’t changed since high school….I want to write.
I don’t think that I write well or that I have some great talent…..I have never even created a fictional character before. I make up my own punctuation for heavens sakes……..my version of a dramatic pause. It is my dream though.
Well now that I have said the tearful words out loud (don’t ask me why I was teary eyed, let’s just say peri-menopausal) and written them for the world to see, I guess I need a plan. I think I will look into a creative writing class that I know about and see how that goes. I am 43 it is definitely time to sink or swim.
I made plans to go over my Uncle’s today to go through the pictures for the family history project. I have been on a crazy Christmas kick lately. Brothers (Justice for boys) had a huge sale 40% off plus 20%. I bought two of these well made, heavy hoodies for my nephews for $25.00, that’s right…before tax they were like $11.50 a piece. They were originally $58.00 a piece, and boys don’t care about clothes but they will like these.
The family history project is what actually set off my writing light bulb. My Aunt who graduated from law school many years ago wrote a few freelance articles about my grandparents. The ugly side of me felt a huge pang of jealousy because that was my dream…..I never even acknowledged that until today. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Aunt and I enjoyed her memories in print very much, but I was very jealous. Of course it’s me….I denied it and never nurtured it, and now I’m old and not sure what to do with it. I have nobody to blame but me.
I am mostly sure that I know which picture I will be using, I did however stumble across a a few gold mines. How did I not see these before? The first is my Great Grandmother’s address book. I love that nothing was in any order, all names were in the beginning and there was a random page that just had prune juice written on it. It was a mixture of English and Italian, which was my Great Grandmother.
There was also a diary of my Grandmother’s journaling a trip that she made to Italy when I was maybe five? There are addresses of relatives that I don’t even know, and I am very curious about a cousin named Teresina. There was a picture with somebody named Zio……how funny is that? I have been through these boxes on numerous occasions, I don’t know how we all missed it. My Uncle was even surprised!
I can’t wait to investigate……..Zia