Talk about ideas… I flew from Ft. Worth to where I’m from in Indiana. It started out a trip to go to a family reunion on my adopted dad’s side. At my father’s reunion the subject of my Grandfather usually comes up. He disappeared a little over fifty years ago. So that usually brings up stories and guesses.
Just before I went, my Grandmother on my mother’s side died. It wasn’t a surprise. She was 103 years old. She had broken her hip in December and was in a nursing home. She didn’t feel well for a couple of days and then passed on peacefully in her sleep. Well, anyway, everyone gathered from that side of the family to say their goodbyes. And the stories… Some were hilarious. Not only was my grandmother a humorous person, she was born deaf in a time when it really wasn’t accepted well. So that was even more stories.
Sometimes ideas for stories are right there in our own families.
