I will start each post with this introduction so if you are a follower, you can skip through this, but if you are a first time viewer you will know why I’m here.

I will start each post with this introduction so if you are a follower, you can skip through this, but if you are a first time viewer you will know why I’m here.

I thought a while about what I want this blog to do.  I want it to generate conversations.  But the word conversation evokes speaking, physical listening and verbal response.  What do you call this on paper? And more so, what do you call this in the virtual world of blogging? 

So instead of creating verbal dialog, oral conversations, and physical listening, let’s use this as stream of conscious writing. 

Blogging has the advantage of being pretty anonymous.  The likelihood of any of us meeting or even seeing one another in person is rather slim, not completely impossible, but still rather slim. 

So feel very free to respond openly so we can be honest. So yeah, let’s talk with our fingertips.  Write with me, listen to what we read and feel, and respond.  Repeat.

I will be musing about a variety of things, most from the view of a Boomer.  I may write about books read, current events, personal memories, crazy ideas, humorous asides – maybe even recipes.

There will be some limits set, but at this time I do not know what they are. However, when a line is crossed, I will respond with a poke for you to SYOB (start your own Blog) on that subject. 

Today, I am thinking about….



Have you ever stopped to wonder who your parents are/were?  Who were they before they became parents back when they were just people?  You do know they are people and not just parents, right?

I  think the parents of boomers were adapt at burying themselves.  As with most of us, we met them after we were born. Who were they before?

We may remember what we saw.  We may remember what we were taught.  We may have fond memories of holidays, but do you know who they were before you came along; before responsibility and child-rearing was a 24/7/365 for 18 years thing?

Some of you may know the answers to this.  If so, congratulations!  If you have children, tell them who you were (unless you’re still in the witness protection program or something).  Share your story so that they know how life can be.  You never know how this may be just what someone needs to hear.

Even today in the time of almost complete transparency, many youth have no idea who their parents are.  Some don’t even know a full name.  

I must admit, I learned a lot about my mother after she died and I had to handle her  affairs.  Oh, I knew a lot about her, where she grew up, went to college, jobs, social activities. But after she died I learned more, which made me wonder who she really wanted to be.  I knew the answer to that for my dad, and I’m glad I did.

Spend time at the dinner table talking with your children (emphasis on the word with), comparing stories from the past mingled with what’s going on in each of your lives today. 

Do the same with your grandkids.  You’ll probably get a kick out of the looks on their faces when you tell them you were at Woodstock and knew Jimi Hendrix personally, or that you really wanted to be an Archeologist.  But most of all, teach them that parents are people, too.

Published by Sheryl Owens

Known by friends as the Queen of Puns, I am a retired public librarian. I am a Bachelor of Arts graduate of Howard University class of '73, Master of Science in Educational Communication from State University of New York at Albany, class of '74, Master of Library and Information Science from Case Western Reserve University class of '77 and All But Dissertation in Information Science from Case Western Reserve University . I am a green thinker. I believe in preserving this planet, caring for it and nature and humanity. I like animals. I am a dog person. I love food that is not slimy. I like to bring people together to develop family.

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