I spent the morning catching up on some DVR’d television. Do you watch “Who Do You Think You Are?” I watched three episodes this morning and cried in all three. Some of the stories are happy, some are really sad, but they’re always interesting.
I love genealogy and that show makes me want to go back and discover my own roots. Not just see the names on the family tree, but to know their stories. To know about their lives.
On Lionel Richie’s episode, he began his story by telling how he grew up in the South (Alabama). His family took measures to shelter him and his siblings from the events that were unfolding during his childhood (the civil rights movement). He describes it as “living in a bubble”. When I describe my childhood, I almost always describe it that way.
My parents (whether intentionally or unintentionally) shielded us from the “bad” that was all around us. I knew VERY little of things such as divorce, murder, child abuse, crime, etc. as a child. About the scariest thing I remember from my grade school years (besides the witch on “The Wizard of Oz”) is having to do “duck and cover drills” at school (in the early 70s).
I don’t know how my parents did it, but all my childhood memories are of a time that seemed so innocent. I was protected. I was taken care of. I was happy. I am SO thankful for that!