A great suggestion was made my by cousin Cécile Labbé this week, one where we would gather our families, those who make up the Tremblay clan specifically and tell stories so that our oral family history would not end with us. Of course, much of this was brought on by our celebrating Mom and Dad's 60th anniversary. We celebrated a few days early, on Weds, instead of Saturday, but true to our family, we were able to gather again on Saturday to fête them once more.
Cousin Cécile and I swapped stories, things our parents had told us about our aunts and grandparents that weren't necessarily told to everyone. Its a rich tradition, probably embellished a tad as it is retold, but nonetheless, the bones and structure of the story remain solid and it would be great for the neices and nephews to understand a bit of where they come from. We thought the perfect setting would be around a campfire where we could share little vignettes of what our parents told us, more ears to hear about where we come from to shed light perhaps on where we are today, and where we might be going.
I'm not sure that we'll ever really arrange a time where we can physically all be around a campfire, but in today's virtual arena of internet and email, perhaps we can gather around a virtual campfire, and each post stories that we heard from Mom / Dad or their folks mémère and pépère. I'm game for that, as I think if everyone could think of one story, the exercise of capturing that and posting it would allow all of us to reminisce and perhaps rekindle those roots which are in part at least, responsible for where we are today. We should tell of the joys, the sorrows, the fear, the pain, the laughter ... life, yeah, we should tell of the life we have lived. It would be good for our kids to know, to sense where it is they come from
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