Lately I've been trying to print out all my website pages going back almost 14 years. Yes, it's quite a time-consuming job. So far I've finished one complete year and several stories. I'm reading as I go along... things I'd forgotten. It's fun, sad, and interesting... although probably just to me. I wish I still had the notebooks where I wrote when I was really young. Don't know what happened to those... probably got thrown away. I did keep the ones I wrote in college... although at the moment I cannot imagine where they are.
These pictures are me in grammar school, leaving for honeymoon after our wedding in 1968, and the last one was taken a few years back. Since I'm the photographer in our family. I'm not in a lot of pics. I did take a *selfie* the other day while waiting for a friend. I'll post it at the bottom.
While reading through my web sites and blogs (I've had many over the years), I realized how much I would have liked to have had some writings from my own grandparents who died before I was old enough to know them. The only grandparent I knew was my mother's father who passed when I was about 8 years old. I do remember him as being the kindest, gentlest man. His name was Leonce D'Aquin and spoke French - and English with a very French accent (a;ways reminded me of Maurice Olivier... if any of you remember him - the old frenchman in the musical "Gigi"?). Pa-pere' called all of us "mon cher" (an endearment) and as far as I know, lived his whole life in New Orleans.
But Ma-mere' died when I was a baby.... and so did Grandma and Grandpa O'Regan (my dad's parents who changed their name from Regan to O'Regan or back to O'Regan? when they moved to the states). From what I've been told, Grandpa Regan/O'Regan was quite a character. His family origin was Irish, but he was born and raised in England, taking his wife and 3 children to the US around 1918-1920. He and his family came to the US, but his brother took his family to Canada. Neither - from what I've been told - ever went back to England.
So... even though my writings over the years may not be anything too fascinating, they would give some inclinations as to my thoughts and feelings to future generations... if they are ever interested. The sad thing (and I'm guilty of this also) is that we generally are not interested until we're older... and then the people from whom we can gather this info are already gone. Thank goodness for ancestry.com as although they a tad expensive, they are a great source of information.
OK... enough of this. It's a beautiful Sunday morning and there's a million things I'd like to get done today. It's already 11 am - half the day is gone, so I'd better get a move-on. Here's the selfie I took last week.