Tell Me Your Story

When my Grandpa Bartschi passed away, I realized that one of my greatest treasures is a collection of stories written by him about his life. He was a very humble man, and rarely did I hear him talk about himself. But as I sat there and read through his stories, I learned so much about the experiences that shaped him into the man I knew and loved.
I have a deep appreciation for Family History and the impact it can have on our lives. Last night my thoughts were keeping me awake, so I decided to write them down in a poem. Thank you, Grandpa, for sharing your life with us.

Tell Me Your Story

Tell me a story

‘Bout when you were young.

Show me the place

Where your mem’ries are hung.

Take each one down

And relive the past;

Every sight, smell, and sound

From beginning to last.

Tell me a story

‘Bout where you grew up.

I promise to listen

And not interrupt.

Take me down back roads

And up in the hills.

Show me where childhood

Gave you its thrills.

Tell me a story

‘Bout your true love.

When you first held their hand

Did it fit like a glove?

What was it like

To have kids of your own;

To teach them the things

You wish you had known?

Tell me a story

‘Bout what you have learned

From trials and challenges;

Victories earned;

How you became

Who you are today;

The one I look up to

To show me the way.

Tell me your story

Dear loved one of mine.

For that is why God

Gave us life so divine;

To learn by example

And teach by the same,

What it means to bring honor

To Our Family Name.