Introduction

A few days ago, I saw a cartoon on Facebook, of a man in his doctor's office. The Doc was reviewing his chest x-ray and exclaimed "Wow, you have a book in you just waiting to come out" I have that feeling now and again and think that is maybe why I get pains in my chest sometimes. Those sharp corners, jabbing into my pleura, or maybe down through my diaphragm into my stomach. Maybe that is the source of my belching...
Writing a book seems like a lot of work. And, I don't  even know where to start. However, I can write a pretty decent blog post, at least I have been known to do so in the past.
My niece, Shirley, once told me that I needed to write the family story, my memoir as such. Again that seems like a huge chunk to bite off and chew, but if I do it like this, story by story, in the form of a blog post, perhaps it will be more doable and digestible.
The blog title, you ask? Just me, wandering through the backwoods of my mind, picking the flowers of my past, digging up old memories and making them legible for anyone who cares to read them.
These stories are exactly that, MY memories. MY take on the past. A certain TV pop psychologist is fond of saying, "there is no reality, only perceptions of reality" or to paraphrase the popular and hackneyed cliche,"Beauty is in The Eye of the Beholder": "Memory is in the Mind of the Memoirist" My take on my past is how I remember things, and how I perceived them. If my elder siblings read this(doubtful) and find them to be erroneous, so be it, that is how I remember it. I do not lie, but if to others, it seems that I do, get over it. These are my recollections. I will endeavor to hurt no feelings. I will remain respectful to the people who raised me. One must remember though that i do have  a sense of humor, and sometimes it gets the better of me. I apologize if that offends you , dear reader. Once again, get over it.
That, my reader, is my intro. Soon I will publish my first entry. I hope you will be entertained and informed, and I would appreciate feedback, especially the positive variety. Just like a certain spotted dog, who will remain unnamed, I love 
a good scratch behind the ears. Good dog!