Why not write up a little story about something as seemingly insignificant as Moms Apple Crisp?
DON’T YOU THINK STORIES LIKE THIS WOULD BE A DELIGHTFUL ADDITION TO YOUR COMPILED FAMILY HISTORY? Put the apple crisp story right there in notes for your Mom. Write a paragraph in your Dad’s notes about his favorite things — working on the boat, preparing for a bow hunting trip with the guys, a baseball game. (That reminds me, I am perhaps the only daughter who truly appreciated that her dad once gave her season tickets to the University of Washington Huskies football games for a Christmas present.) I should write about that, and how my dad took me to a few games (just the 2 of us) when I lived nearby as a young mother. Funny how little recollections of one incident will lead to another, for instance: I CANNOT BELIEVE MY PARENTS LET ME take the bus to the orthodontist by myself. We thought nothing of it in the early 1960s, quite different from life in 2005! I walked about 2 miles from our home at 4216 55th NE in Laurelhurst to the bus stop across the street from the Rexall (spelling?)
