And so we come to something new! For the first time in more than a decade, we don’t have a Saturday Six to play. That’s because I felt it was time to retire that longtime feature and put in its place something new that might lure in new players while hopefully keeping all of the people who came week after week to answer my six random questions.
One of the hopes for the Saturday Six over the years was to give bloggers something to post about on a slow day. I think The Big Question might even serve as a better writing prompt, and hopefully even create a more enlightening discussion each week.
Some questions will be serious, some will be whimsical, and others will just be absolutely random. But since only one question can be The Big Question, it should be a bit easier to go a little deeper with your big answer!
So let’s begin with the first edition.
Many years ago, I asked my mom about her mother’s home. When I was born, my mom and I lived with her mother briefly until my dad returned from the Navy and we moved into a home of our own across town. What I wanted to know caught her a bit off guard: I asked if my crib was in a specific part of her mother’s home, a location I couldn’t have known about and had never been told because it had just never come up. I told her I seemed to remember it was in a specific area of the hallway, which in my grandmother’s home, was a large square room near the center of the house that served as the “hub” to lead one into a choice of six rooms.
I told her I had a brief memory, almost in the form of a flashback, of her dad, whom they called “Pa,” standing over my crib and picking me up. I remembered crewcut.
There was just one problem: my grandfather, by then, was hospitalized full-time. He died not long after I was born, so he was never in the home when I was. It couldn’t have been him. But I couldn’t shake that memory. Many years later, I was going though a family photo album and stumbled across a photo of my favorite uncle who, back then, had very short hair like a crewcut. He looked a lot like his father. And I realized he was the one who had picked me up and held me.
Still, without that glimmer of a memory, there’s no way I could have known that scene well enough to have asked about it.
With that, it’s time to ask…
The Big Question