I can’t answer for all foodies who do so, but in my case blogging/microblogging about gourmet cookery is a longtime avocation of mine, and just as they say “a picture is worth a thousand words,” a photo of a meal is one of the most efficient ways of documenting it.įor some time now, my weapon of choice for doing this foodie-photo-sharing has been my Android phone equipped with Foursquare, the app that originated the concept of the destination check-in. I’m one of those foodies who likes to post photos of my meals on my social media. This entry was posted in Best Practices, Digital Engagement, Mods, Partners and tagged Apps, childhood, elderly, family, familysearch, fathers, grandma, grandpa, grandparents, kids, memories, mothers, tales, traditions by ModSquad. ![]() Start collecting these moments now… It is amazing how much they matter later in life, and how much our children and our families enjoy hearing them. I thought I would remember the stories vividly, and I don’t. Capture and celebrate all the moments, small and big! I wish I had captured all of Gram’s explanations and tales, and all the quirky things she did. Identify and tag relatives within a memory to automatically add it to their collection in Family Treeĭon’t be afraid to use your time here giving and getting love.Use the mic key to capture what you say.Use the keyboard to write family stories, jokes, or sayings.Record audio interviews with family members.Captures photos of any family event (birthdays, recitals, births, graduations, reunions).Amazingly both are free, but Family Search Memories is my favorite, as it: Oh, how I would love to have my own extensive library of Gram-memories captured available at the touch of a finger on my phone.Ī company ( FamilySearch) introduced two new mobile apps this summer to help families connect: FamilySearch Tree and FamilySearch Memories. I can’t help but be jealous with the various apps available that hold moments like treasures for you. Thankfully, technology helps a lot these days. It’s the holidays, that time of year to celebrate family - don’t let these moments pass. Take advantage of the time you have with those special people in your life, and capture the memories. At my core, I miss sharing these moments with my grandmother. She loved her cake – the best of cakes lathered in real butter cream frosting. There are things I think about often… my Grandmother’s insistence on saving every empty cardboard box, as she “might have a need for it someday,” her endless collection of plastic and paper bags from the grocery store, and let’s not forget about the “rubber band ball.” Birthdays were difficult this year. Grandmother would always buy the birthday cakes. It was the right decision, and it makes logical sense, but it certainly didn’t make it any easier. Her daughter (my Aunt) is in the medical field (a resident nurse), and lives near the SoCal nursing facility we moved her into earlier this year. There was knee replacement surgery, some falls, bumps, bruises, calls to 911, and quite a few trips to urgent care and the emergency room. Slowly, she needed more of my help, and I began returning the love and care she had given me all my life. Over the next few years, as we welcomed our second child in 2005, Gram was there. ![]() I went from a long-distance phone call to being able to talk and see Gram daily. She was going to move in with us – because we simply needed the help and couldn’t survive without her (or so she proclaimed). And who knew a newborn could generate so much laundry? Gram, our laundry fairy, was there keeping the washer and dryer humming daily.Ī few weeks stay soon turned into 6 months. She was always ready for an exhausted, nursing mom with a perfectly prepared breakfast or lunch. No walker could slow her down! She would sit in the glider and rock my son with her special combinations of rhythmic pats, hums, and lullaby songs for what seemed like hours. My husband and I called her the baby whisperer. My son was colicky, and Gram felt she needed to stay longer to help out. She was only supposed to stay for a few weeks. ![]() Gram came to help me when my first child was born in January 2003. My grandmother, Marjorie, had lived with us for 11 years. In February of 2014, we packed up the U-Haul trailer and my kids said goodbye to their “Nonni.” We live in Northern California, and we were moving her to a skilled nursing facility in Southern California. No matter how hard I tried, the tears flowed.
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