My godmother's mother was a "rambler," repeating the same stories over and over so often that most cousins just tuned her out. I learned very early that, if you let Mom-Mom tell her stories and then asked questions, she'd go back to before she had her own family. Until then, no one else (except her children) knew that she'd walked to PA from Ohio ... behind her parent's Connestoga! No one believed me until my Aunt confirmed it ... and Mom-Mom would tell the same exact story, right down to the details of what she carried along in her shawl, every time.As @Sally PB said, thank you for that.
I really regret that I didn’t have the wisdom to listen to the stories of my parent’s and grandparents’ youth.
I have a lot of their letters that I am going through to build a picture for myself, but it would be so much richer if I could talk to them live.
Fortunately they did pass on a lot of practical every day things so I am grateful for that.
Listen to the Old Folks. And if you don't have any to call your own, adopt someone from your local senior center. You won't regret it - and you'll make someone else a lot less lonely!