Generation
My ration of the genes meted out to my family has, I admit, been wasted. I’ve had no children linked to my ancestors. I have helped raise my husband’s children and been a loving aunt to nieces and nephews, but my only creations have been stories and poems written on paper or a computer screen, handmade paper lifted from molds and deckles, jewelry formed from metal cut, patterned, forged and soldered and retablos constructed of the found fragments of other people’s lives. They are what I offer to upcoming generations: a brooch, a lamp, a retablo, a poem, a vignette or a book—these are the things i’ve given birth to that will perhaps live after me.
The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with gen.”
Other prompts for today are trip, mumble, incapacitated, hale, draw and taste.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Sounds like a most impressive legacy to me, Judy.
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I’ve been satisfied with my life. And I did my bit not to add to overpopulation. My other sister is also childless. I have really enjoyed other people’s children, however. Took lots of photos of them today. Perhaps I’ll post them.
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Ditto. I wouldn’t have had it otherwise. Oh, and the more than 10,000 people I taught…
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I know. I thought of that, too. I paverobably taught the same number in my ten years of teaching. Class sizes were 38 students, probably. Two semesters a year, 7 periods a day. I had house sitters who went back to Santa Cruz, CA and talked about staying in my house in Mexico and the woman they were talking to said, “She was my English teacher in Cheyenne, Wyoming!” What are the chances?
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That’s awesome! I almost took a job at Laramie county Community College back in 2002, but it was only a year contract and that wasn’t good enough.
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They had a community college as well as the University there? I was in Laramie going to the University until 1971, then moved first to Australia, then to Ethiopia. Back to Cheyenne 1974-81 when I moved to California. To Mexico in 2001…Maybe we passed each other on the street in Larimer Square once and didn’t know who each other were..Bob and I did the Cherry Creek Art show in Denver, though. Did you ever go to it?
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The community college is in Cheyenne and the community is almost half of Wyoming. I never went to the Cherry Creek Art show. I left Denver in 82/83 when I was in China, returned for a year, then San Diego and environs for 30 years.
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Oh wait… You mean Laramie County Community College in Cheyenne! Sheesh. I think I took classes there to keep my credentials.–You could have been my teacher if you’d gone there much earlier.
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I liked LCCC a LOT but they gave the real job to someone who’d been there for years which is as it should be.
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Loved the post, and happy to have had a wee hand in it. 🙂 I get very antsy around generational labels, though. I was born in 1958 (I’ll let others do the math) and I am considered a Boomer. I do not feel/believe I am. There’s a ton of differences between the Boomers who wore poodle skirts and folks my age who (if men) were too young to have ever been drafted, let alone fight and die. Stupidly (imho) “Boomers” by some definitions would have extended to my younger sister, too, who was born in 1963. No way. Harrumph. I absolutely identify more with Gen X, but… yeah. Those labels, ugh. That said, I agree with and enjoyed your post very much. 🙂 ♥
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Thanks.. I know. There was a big spread between me, born in 1947 and my sister born in 1943. She was of the poodle skirt era, although she never had one. I was of the hippie era. She once declared that she’d never gone without a bra or smoked a joint. Ha. That is the difference between us.
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