I was not
afforded the pleasure of knowing either of my grandfathers. My maternal grandfather
died when I was still in diapers. My paternal grandfather divorced my paternal
grandmother in 1953 and moved to Florida where he was run down and killed in a very
suspicious hit and run incident. I was a grown man, about eight years ago, when
I first saw a picture of my paternal grandfather.
I have only
a vague memory of my maternal grandmother. I was barely out of the toddler
stage when she died. There are pictures of her. My mom, aunts, and uncles told
stories about her and their father. Hardscrabble farmers … sharecroppers in the
upper part of the State before moving to the lower part … where they managed to
pull things together and purchase their own hardscrabble forty acres.
She lived
next door to us in a little house that my dad built for her. I was a young kid
in elementary school when she died. I walked over to see her quite often. She
cared for me like a grandmother cares for a grandchild. I remember that much
about her, and that our conversations … if you can call them that … were little
more than a mess of pointing and grunting. She, and her husband, had immigrated
from Czechoslovakia. She never learned to speak more than a few words of
English. My dad was born in Minnesota and grew up bi-lingual. He saw no value
in teaching us to speak the language, though when he and his siblings were
together they carried on their conversations in what sounded like jibber-talk
to me.
So here I
am, all these years later, myself a grandparent. Shirli and I have eight blood-related
grandchildren and another ten step-grandchildren. I never wanted to be called grandpa. I opted for the grand-title of Poppy. Maybe it is my futile attempt at
escaping this age-related reality. Poppy,
in my head anyway, doesn’t sound as old as grandpa
or its other life-spectrum counterparts.
People use
these modern self-publishing platforms for an assortment of reasons … blogs, YouTube,
Facebook, and the like. Some uploaded keystroking and video footage and, in an
instant, the world sees you and knows your business. On the one hand it is a
good thing. On the other hand, it is scary considering the enormity and
diversity of what can be found with a few keystrokes.
The answer
is basically three-fold.
I am a
solitary hermit-type that thrives on solitude. I am not anti-social. I have
grown, however, quite selective-social. It would be extremely easy for me to
pull the plugs, drown my smart-phone, and disappear from view altogether except
for the occasional wander into town to pick up supplies. These platforms keep
me from becoming a total recluse and
offer me a needed outlet for personal creative expression.
The
encouragement factor figures into the three-fold answer. I want to encourage
others to explore and adventure outdoors. All of us may not be able to hump a
forty-pound pack deep into remote areas for days on end. All of us can discover
and develop an interest in activities that take us at least to the edge of deep
woodlands, mountains, and flowing streams where nature’s medicine can be absorbed by our senses. I personally need a lot of nature’s medicine. David Kralik
Outdoors reflects my pursuit to satisfy my personal need.
The third
part of the answer has to do with legacy.
Those old black and white photos of my grandparents are merely cold and
lifeless images of them. The stories told of them by their children will be
forgotten with the passing of time. These modern printing and recording tools
offer me a way to leave something of my living-self
behind as a gift for my grandchildren … a lot more than a box of cold and lifeless
photographs.
Note: I have
added a subscribe feature in the
right-hand blog column. By subscribing you will be sent an email notifying you
when blogs are uploaded.
I also want
to make a few keystrokes to express my appreciation and say thank you for
including David Kralik Outdoors in your reading and YouTube viewing material. Your comments are always appreciated.
The
adventure continues. Enjoy the Adventure!
Keep up the good work!
ReplyDeleteFor as long as I can, John. All the best to you and Denise.
DeleteLoved it David you have some great point in this blog this is one of the reasons i do a blog and Dairy of things i do i also do the YouTube thing that way if any of my family wants to see how i lived my life they can, but maybe what i have put on paper with pen or on this internet will help someone or at lease give them a good laugh.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jim. It's great to have these tools in our day and age. All the best to you and yours.
DeleteI LOVE reading your blogs and seeing your videos David. Your thoughts on the outdoors are thought provoking and eye opening. Thanks for sharing! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mandy. See y'all at the Pond.
DeleteGood stuff brother!
ReplyDelete"Social selective"- I like that! Very much describes me!
Thanks, Michael. All the best to you and yours.
DeleteLike you I never knew my biological grandfathers. I did know a step-grandfather but he was old enough that he never had a lot to do with me. I did know my maternal grandmother and was lucky enough to have her until just after my first son was born. Also like you I write for many reasons, not the least of which is to leave something behind so that my descendants can get to know me...if they want. Great post.
ReplyDeleteThanks, David. All the best to you and yours.
DeleteI enjoy reading your personal stories and thoughts. I appreciate your willingness to let us know your thoughts, as well as sharing your skills and adventures. "Socially-selective", that's a great description! (My mother-in-law was Slovakian. Interesting history and culture.)
ReplyDeleteThanks, LadyPoet, for following along. We are discovering a lot about the culture and history. It's quite eye-opening. All the best to you.
DeleteThanks for taking us alone, my friend! I was just thinking last night putting some distance between me and all this social media stuff.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, Todd. I have always had a love-hate relationship with it and have to take breaks from it now and then. All the best to you and yours.
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