“You are not truly dead until there is no one left who remembers you.” —African proverb Every Memorial Day eve, my son’s adopted Portuguese grandmother would say, “We’re going to the graves, would Sam like to come?” As someone raised to stay away from cemeteries unless there were a funeral, I found this odd. “Are you[Read More]
Archives for May 2012
Mothers, Michigan, and Mysteries: A Personal, Personal History
“The shoemaker’s child goes barefoot” was what my grandmother used to say when talking about unhealthy doctors, bankrupt accountants, and hot dog consuming chefs. As a personal historian, it’s easy to forget to tend to the mysteries in your own history and pretty soon, you end up saying: “I wish I knew.” It was time to get this shoemaker’s child some[Read More]
