I think one of the most important jobs a grandparent can do is provide links for their grandchildren to the past, both the past of their family and the historical past of their world.
Another vital task is to help their grandchildren grow to become contented, successful people who want to make their community, their country, and their world a better place.That's two of the main reasons I started this blog in 2016.
While I hope any reader will find something of interest in what I write here, I actually have 2 readers foremost in my mind. One is named Audrey. She was 8 when I started this blog. The other is her brother, Owen, who was 6 then.
This new ongoing series, which I am calling It's My Life, is primarily for my grandchildren. It will be able to still speak for me when I am gone.
Since I will be writing about me, it may appear to be an exercise in vanity. But that is not my intent. I want to tell Audrey and Owen about my life so they can have a better understanding of their own lives. Maybe it might help some of you in your lives, too.
After 10 days in the hospital, my Mom and Dad drove me across the Ben Franklin Bridge into New Jersey, the state that would prove to be my home for the next 59 years.
But before we got home, my Dad wanted to make one stop. He stopped in the now-no-more Ponzio's Diner in Brooklawn to show me off to all his waitress friends there. Ponzio's was one of his regular stops as he drove all over South Jersey to visit his dry cleaning plants.
I've always loved diners, especially the ones in Jersey, so maybe I got hooked on this very first visit.
Ten-day-olders are quite impressionable you know.