How to Start?

I've had this page set up for some time now. I've just been waiting until the right time, which I've decided would never occur, to start posting. I'm hoping to be more faithful in posting than I was in getting started, but we'll find out.

My motivation for doing this is not to bore you with drivel about my boring life. Rather, I'd like for it to be an artifact for my grandchildren, right now Luke, Annabelle and "TBD", for the day when they might ask who "Papa" was. Without trying to evoke "sympathy", the men on the male side in my family don't make it much past 60-65. After having gone through two heart attacks, the realization that this life is not endless is more immediate with me.

I can remember little about my grandfather Bruno. He died when I was about three. It is only lately that I have really gotten much information about him, and most of that was done through www.ancestry.com.

My grandfather Davis was with us until he was 80, and he had a much more profound affect on me. He was a sometimes gruff man, who worked quite a bit. I guess I take after him a lot. He also had quite a history. He was a one point the sheriff of Madison County, NC, and lost that position by a somewhat shady vote. He ended up contesting that result, and ended up losing. He later took a job as a railroad detective and was shot for his trouble, almost losing his life. He then came north to the Detroit area to find work as a lot of people did in those days and brought his family up here to live. Even though I knew my grandfather, I never really got close to him. I remember things like walking up to the store with him, or being with him and my grandmother when they ran errands before he went to work on Saturday, but he never really opened up to me. I'll always remember going to church with him.

So, my purpose is to try and record some of my thoughts and feelings as I go as kind of a record to pass down I suppose. Even now I sit here typing as Lukie sits with Grandma on the porch waiting for his Mommy to pick him up. I need to go...