I was told by my Grandpa who had been in Concentration camps until he was 15 and had a very different outlook on many many things due to his experience
But the one thing that has stuck with me from being a child and impacted me the most in my life and I’ve taught my own kids and students after I’ve told them the story.
Every christmas, birthday and celebration we were all given two gifts from them. One that my grandma would chose that had a monetary value because she realised through the disappointment with their kids (my dad) when asking for a gift or toy that they wanted and didn’t get and having to explain to friends my dad made mine.
So she decided that she would go get the ‘commercial’ gifts that kids love.
My Grandpa would always produce something he had made - wasn’t much and generally small. But he would also make the perfect gift.
When I asked why one year He said
‘One year the women in the camp decided to have a ‘Christmas’ and the made each child a ‘gift’
A women who had looked after when he was younger and alone gave him a piece of ‘soap’ wrapped in material. The soap he said was smaller than a two pence piece. But, it was the gift that’s stayed with him and he has never forgotten. The fact she remembered him saying he had missed the smell, she had been hoarding scrappings of soap from anywhere, collected it and stored it and then heated it to make a ‘new’ bit of soap for him when she could quite easily have kept it as she wasn’t his mother.
He said the Time, effort and thought of that gift is what he was paying forward to his children and grandchildren.
That ‘Time’ is the most precious and beautiful gift anybody can give and someone receive. Time is what is remembered and I do remember his gifts
The second bit of advice was to always take pictures and as many pictures as possible as you never get that time back. The picture is the only memory of that moment. Because as son as the picture is taken it’s already in the past as time moves forward.
Families change so take a picture of everything and everyone so there is evidence it all existed.
He never had any pictures of his mum, dad, sisters or brother and because he was very young when first moved from their home he couldn’t remember his family or most of his heritage
Taking the pictures I am very grateful for as I’ve lost my daughter and grandson and all I have left are pictures