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.
My Dad operated dry cleaning plants throughout South Jersey so I spent a lot of my time hanging out there.
Because our main plant was in Salem, and my Mom helped out when she wasn't teaching, I spent most of my Saturdays and summer days until I started high school in that city. In fact, I had many more friends in Salem than I did in Bridgeton. I played hours and hours of sandlot football, pickup basketball, and school yard baseball in Salem, as well as wander the city in search of adventures.
I learned a valuable lesson watching how hard my Dad worked to own and operate his own business. I realized early on that I would always rather work for someone than be my own boss.
Since almost all my friends in Salem were black, I also learned 3 valuable early life lessons:
- Racism is real.
- Black people were just like me.
- Since that was true, racism is not only stupid and restricting, but also unjust.