Spoke with the Hubbles. Getting Aunt Martha's info soon. yipeee

I am gathering all 'my stuff' getting prepared for the trip. Mentally and Stuff wise, there is a list I have made for things to purchase to ensure I can capture everything while doing interviews. Video may have captured best, but I want images. Stills. Moments or glances in time. That is what a memory is. I suppose that is what this is all about, trying to recapture or create memories I never had. Tired of mourning someone I don't know. I am looking forward to this endeavor, I am unsure what will come of it. what will happen at the end if there is such a thing as completion.
Mom is supposed to send me the guest book from Dad's funeral. (I have a strange feeling when I type the word Dad. It doesn't have the same semantic grab as when I see the word mom, or mention mom. Why would it.) I look forward to getting that, she wrote down the relations, that she could remember. blog.

Shane McGillicuddy has told me about a woman I should speak with, goodness knows where she is. Zita Mannix. Mom says she should remember with a name like that...

Mom: got your diary
Me: whotcha thin
Mom: good
Mom: Dad was mainly a fish fisherman. Flounder haddock what ever like that
Me: i thought it was tuna and lobster...duh
Mom: Lobstered off shore more than 100 miles out
Mom: that was in the big 100ft steel boats out of boston
Me: that where he got that great-grandaddy lobster
Mom: tuna is what Ron and Dad were just looking for but not to catch that day
Mom: no actually he got that in his net while dragging for fish
Me: funny..

you'd think I should know...

I realized today Art Center has a Grant for their teachers to pursue creative, thought, whatever endeavours. I'm gonna go sniff it out. exciting.

There are still some things I am trying to figure out with this product so it's not quite right yet...