This is a discussion on legacies and forgiveness within the General Talk forums, part of the General Discussion category; i just had a major confrontation with my family. i just want something to hand down to my boys... something from my family. my father ...
i just had a major confrontation with my family. i just want something to hand down to my boys... something from my family. my father drank his a away. i reached out to his brothers... but I got scorn in return. it was hurtful and I reacted....well... not so well.
I'm a green beret. my kids only know the name...not the deeds. I wanted to pass on something historical. my grand dads gun is the very gun that old Devil A. Hatfield died holding.
now it will go to a grandson who does not hold the family name....
My post is about acceptance... and forgiveness.
so i shall offer both.and be greatful I at least know the story....and it will go forward as such.
Sorry to hear it, family dynamics can be unmanageable sometimes. Your not alone, I went thru similar 20 years ago, I'm better w/o 'em.
I'll be done when I'm finished, if that's not fast enough, take a number please.
Stupidity, the New Common Sense
my grandpa...wow...he was a man. I remember a few things. main one was him telling me to not jump from th stairs to a chair....I did...and he whipped my ass good. but that says more about me than him. he mad a bullwhip in less than a day from scratch. He carried a six shooter on his hip his whole life.
He eloped with his 14 year old girlfrind when he was 16... on horse back with the future father in law shooting at him. she bore him 16 kids. I dont remember her...but I had haunting dreams of her as a child...I remember that.
He was quiet...a gun smith who made shot guns in the garage. and he never drank a drop of alcohol....but he spawned enough drinkers to keep kessler in business....says alot about how he was
he has four preacher boys.... and all of them...well they ain't saints.
My dad...he was a middle child....7th grade educated..... beat into the man he became.
My old grandpa...I remeber one event...well two...I hit my brother with a golf club and grandpa whipped my ass.... then he told the electrician who had climbed the pole outside his house that he would shoot him when the light went out on his porch...cause he tried to pay a late payment to the man.
the light didn't go out.
Me? I dont know much more than that...I'm not steeped in my family history... why? its full of betrayal. brothers who did shit I cant understand.
i know me...but I know them too.
I wil start with my history...and build outward. but it would be nice to have a start point beyond myself.
You know brother...I ws shocked last week....someone I never met before said that they had enjoyed listening to me for a long time.
Now I sound like a country bumpkin....but I know about all the modern cellualr protocols and such...so it sounds weird... hick meets engineer....
I love telling stories...even made up ones. I'd love to write, but Im too damn dumb to do so....
Thanks for your words....maybe I will find a way to make that work for me....mostly with lies in court , Im sure...but...well...lets not let truth get in the way of a good story....
I hope to have the time to tell my son about people he never knew when I give him that old weapon. It ain't much, but it has a story. I love stories. I love objects that have stories attached to them. Odd; I hate dealing with people but I love items that have human stories that are connected to them.
Ok we all love the Old SF guy by way of Camp Legune in these parts, We are just tying to gouge him in the eye in an unexpected manner.