all the people who had come before me,
how they had been teenagers too and had
laughed and enjoyed life, just as I did.
time to preserve these stories. All of my
grandparents have died now, and things
in my family have changed, but I have
older, to help me remember my grandparents when my memories cease to be
as clear as they are now, and to share with
my children. They’ll hear my voice in
those pages, written when I was a child,
I;wouldn’t;trade;the;time;I;spent;talk-ing to my family members and learning
their stories for anything in the world.
In almost all of life, information is accessible to us twenty-four hours a day.
Memories are not. Once a family member dies, hearing his or her stories will
never be possible again, and memories
about those individuals, cherished by
others, will eventually fade. I am grateful
that I was given the opportunity to glean
family and story from an early age.
One of the things I enjoyed most about
the writing project, other than the time
I spent with my family, was the fact that
I was just allowed to write.;I;didn’t;have
to worry about spelling everything perfectly, about where to put a comma, or
if my sentence had turned into a run-on
sentence. I developed the story based on
what I had heard, and I wrote it just as it
appeared in my mind.
For twelve weeks, I wrote one story
Then, we did several lessons on gram-
mar: how to use quotations properly,
where to use commas (and where not to
use commas), how to use numbers prop-
erly in writing, and all those other details.
I learned to proofread my own work,
though I had help from my parents.
After;many;weeks;of;redoing;and;redo-ing again, I completed my stories. And I
it,;I;had;designed;my;book;cover,;featur-ing pictures of my parents and grandpar-ents;as;children;;laid;out;my;back;cover,
complete with reviews, a mini “About
presented to my family and friends at a
special ceremony, and I mailed off copies
of it to family members who had helped
me with the stories. I was surprised to
success by my loving relatives, who were
thrilled to receive a little gem of family
photo albums, journals, scarves, cross-stitch samplers, and even stories and po-ems.;This;was;the;first;project;I;ever;felt
My mom had been right—by the end
of the year, I was a published author. As a
I was capable of starting something, of
fine-tuning it, and of completing it. It
was a lesson in faithfulness for me: how
to follow through with something to the
the;country,;I;knew;that;I;had;really;ac-complished something special, and it was
satisfying. This was no trophy at a soccer game awarded just for showing up at
them with their;books;and;seeing;them
go through the same steps that I did, until
they, too, are published authors.
Reminiscence, so many times now that
my copy is quite tattered. After sharing
my stories, I have found that many people are inspired to write about their roots
to record their memories and thoughts
during their school-age years have become interested in compiling their stories for their children and grandchildren.
Our;lives;are;not;insignificant.;As;im-age bearers of our Creator, our stories
am so glad I had the opportunity to share
some of mine.
Annie Reid is a graduate of KONOS Academy in Fayetteville, Georgia, and of Covenant College in Lookout Mountain, Georgia. To order a copy of Write Your Roots,
visit www.konos.org [ www.konos.org], or
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