Both grandparents on my mother's side passed away in the early eighties, but imprinted in my brain is one of the stories my grandma would tell about my grandad.
In the early thirties before they courted, and young women would go to the local dance hall where they'd wait to be asked to dance, my grandma says she would sit and watch my grandad moving from one girl to another asking them to dance.
She said-"he was like a little butterfly flitting from one flower to the other" not a butterfly I know, but this bee reminded me of that story.
My grandma was always telling us stories of family, the war and when she was young. I wish I'd paid more attention.
A lovely capture even may it be a bum view !! lol -- Like you Lee I wish I had listened and absorbed so many family tales -- my father was a super teller of fun stories -- but now it's too late !!
It is lovely when we see something that recalls a memory. Love your story and I agree with others when we thin we should have taken more notice in our younger days....its only as we get older ourselves that we realise these things. Great capture of the bee!!
Super shot and a lovely story. I agree, when we are young we really don't think to listen too closely to family stories. It is only when we are older and it is too late that we wish we had asked more questions.
August 2nd, 2015
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I think a lot of people feel they've not paid enough attention to their grandparents' reminiscences.