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RELIGION: Down memory lane (part 1)

by Gene Linzey | September 15, 2021 at 5:22 a.m.

In the summer of 2013, Carol and I were in southern California when I learned that one of my cousin's sons had died. Attending the graveside funeral, two other cousins and I began talking about family memories. The statement that caught my attention was, "When a person dies, all his or her memories are sealed in the coffin, never to be recovered -- unless they were documented."

Unless they were documented kept ringing through the corridors of my mind.

Documented how? When? In what circumstances?

We all know that nothing happens unless it is planned. Even accidents are planned out of ignorance by those who refuse to take safety precautions.

My cousins and I began talking about generating a family writing project, and the outcome could be a book of family memories. It could generate family cohesiveness. (We needed it!) We especially wanted to get memories from our surviving parents written down prior to their departure from this life. The farther back we can go, the stronger our family foundation will be. Our grandparents were already gone and our fathers (who were brothers) were gone. But our mothers were still here, and perhaps we could get the writing ball rolling. They could fill in memories of their husbands -- our fathers.

Well, that didn't happen. The only memories from our parents that we were able to compile was from their private writings in letters and diaries. And that wasn't much.

When one of the cousins asked why we need to get memories written and what difference it would make, all I could say was, "For you, it wouldn't make much difference because you are not interested in your past. And it infers that you aren't interested in teaching your kids about their past. But enquiring minds want to know." He openly agreed that it doesn't matter to him, but that didn't hurt our relationship. We still enjoy great camaraderie.

But I'll answer that question for you readers.

Family history is important. Among other things, it helps to establish personal identity, self-esteem, and helps us understand the direction we've chosen to travel in life. Several examples follow.

Both of my parents were musicians, they came from a line of musicians, and my nine siblings and I are musicians. Dad was a chaplain, Mom's side of the family includes a line of ministers of the Gospel, and nine of us siblings have been in or are in Christian ministry.

Dad was not only humorous, but quite pragmatic. What about the 10 of us? All of us are pragmatists, and all but one has a well-developed sense of humor. Yes, we laugh a lot, sometimes in the wrong place and at the wrong time. Let me add here, no matter how funny the story might be, try NOT to laugh at a funeral. It is the wrong place and the wrong time!

Everyone has quirks, traits or habits that are peculiar to them. Why do we have them? Where did we get them? Does it matter?

It does matter for several reasons.

If we are being harassed or pestered about a personality trait, we might want to change. Understanding our past can assist us in making the change. But understanding our past can also strengthen our backbone if we don't want to change. We just might like who we are!

I've been told often, "You're just like your dad!" At first, I didn't know how to take that hit. But when I stopped to analyze the situation, I was happy. I like my dad! So I was happy to be "just like him."

One time I introduced Dad to some of my colleagues in New Mexico. After a few minutes of interaction, one of my friends said, "Chaplain Linzey, you're just like your son." Dad and I looked at each other, looked back at my friend, and broke out laughing. When the one who made the comment realized what he just said, he broke out into a big laugh, too.

Proverbs 17:22 informs us that a cheerful disposition ("a merry heart") is good medicine to the body, but discouragement causes our health to deteriorate ("dries up the bones").

So, what does that have to do with writing family memories?

Thanks for getting me back on track.

I have nine siblings. Two are in heaven, and two don't have time to write. But six of us decided to get this family memory project going. I'll tell you more next week.

-- S. Eugene Linzey is an author, mentor, and speaker. Send comments and questions to [email protected] Visit his web site at www.genelinzey.com. The opinions expressed are those of the author.

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