By Dana McIntyre @danamcintyre1
Father’s Day is coming up and this year is more special to me than ever. Six months ago we were not sure my Dad would even be around for Father’s Day. He was diagnosed with a blood cancer and started chemo treatments immediately. (He recently underwent a stem cell transplant, and I am blessed to say that it was successful!)
This year for Father’s Day I plan on doing something different for him. I am going back through my old photos and finding the ones that make me laugh, the ones that make me remember and the ones that make me happy. I want him to know how much those memories mean to me and how lucky I am to have the best dad in the world.
I want him to know that I remember seeing the thousands of jellyfish in the water on our beach trip to Panama City. I remember camping in our 1970’s VolksWagon van and catching my first trout in the river up in the north Georgia mountains. I remember going to the pool and being mesmerized by the tsunami that he created by doing a cannonball off the diving board. I want him to know that I cherish every one of those memories!
And I plan on giving those memories back to him through StoryMark.
And as much as I love my dad, I will have to make fun of his short sleeved turtleneck shirt and plaid pants combo from 1974. It’s classic.
My 18 year old son Matthew is visiting my 93 year old grandmother this week in Mississippi. Last night I called him to see how things were going. He interrupted me mid-sentence and said “I have to call you back. Banma is telling me old stories.” (Yes, we call our grandmother Banma – it’s got to be a Southern thing to call your grandmother by some silly name, which clearly we do.)
Later he called me back and said “That was so awesome. I just heard all kinds of stories about this house. Did you know that my great, great, great grandfather died in here?”
The house was built in the mid 1800’s and generation after generation was born there, all the way down to my mother. (The tradition stopped when I was born due to the invention of epidurals.) There were weddings and even deaths in that house.
Banma told Matthew stories of how the house was framed on top of huge tree trunks that were brought up from the back woods. He heard about my great, great grandfather who literally died of a broken heart upon hearing that his wife had just passed away. He learned that my grandmother gave birth to my mother in the front bedroom on a cold Christmas morning.
These stories, like many other generations of stories could one day be lost. This is one of the main reasons why StoryMark was created…to capture those memories and stories before they are gone.
Sit down with your grandmother or grandfather and have them StoryMark their old photos. Use the camera on your iPhone to capture the images, and let the story telling begin.
You may also find out interesting tidbits like we did. For example, following the birth of my mother, my grandmother got up and cooked Christmas dinner. Boy times have changed.
For more information, please visit www.storymarklife.com or download for free in the iPhone app store or Android Marketplace.