This was quite a weekend. We visited our youngest son and his wife and two wonderful children. Meredith is almost 6 years old and is already reading everything she can get her hands on. Billy Boy is 3 and one half. Meredith reads his books to him each night.
To celebrate this new skill, I promised to send Meredith an E-Mail now and again, and it seemed a good idea to include some family stories. We were talking about this possibility, and I discovered that she doesn't know who Baba was. Baba died the summer Meredith was born. In fact, DB feels that Baba hung on to life until she got the pictures of Chard's first child. That may be so.
My crusade is to insure that all the family stories get passed on, so I will attempt to bring Baba alive to Meredith. The first edition is the naming of a Grandmother.
Your Grandpa DB's mother was named Elizabeth Anna. She was your Daddy's Grandma. Long before your Daddy was born, when your aunt L was very little, only about a year and a half old, she tried to say "Grandma", but all she could say was "Baba". That name stuck, and from then on, until Baba died, all the children in our family and our friends' families call her Baba.
Even the children for whom I provided child care referred to her as "Baba". When they grew up and children of their own, they still called her Baba. She was never Grandma.
In which a new generation begins the exciting journey into reading, and I try to help her make the link to other generations.
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