Before computers, printing presses, parchment, stories passed from generation to generation by word of mouth, father to son, mother to daughter, rabbi to rabbi, etc.
Although we have the wonders of technology today, still too often stories get lost. I never had time to ask my father about his time in the war, to ask my mother about her years alone while Dad was in Korea and the Pacific during WWII. I was too young and self-absorbed to talk to my grandmother about the depression and her upbringing and girlhood in Water Valley. I could go on for paragraphs with all the questions I wish I could ask now to family members no longer here except in my memories.
A good meditation is to consider who in your family may be a depository for memories and ask yourself how do I get in touch and ask the questions whose answers need to be preserved.
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