Today, in my daily call to Mom and Dad, I got talking to Dad about a few memories of Grandma and Grandpa Bean.
They were, obviously, Mom's parents. They lived in Sacramento all of my life, in the same house on Redding Avenue. Aaron and I used to visit them all the time, often spending the night. Grandma used to pretend that my ratty old Snoopy doll could talk to her.
Anyway, Dad suggested that I start writing my memories down. He has been thinking he ought to write a book called Green Street, about growing up on Green Street in the greater Salt Lake City area. I thought about it, and realized I have the perfect venue for writing down my family memories. You're reading it.
So every once in a while, I am going to make a point of sharing family memories, and maybe some pictures, as I get them scanned into my computer.