I've been thinking a lot about family and the debt we owe to our clan. This song by Jamey Johnson says it much more poetically than I do. Give it a listen and then make a commitment to get your elders talking...even though we can't see it in color, black and white will have to do. Here is one of my favorites:
My west Texas grandad came to preaching after a rowdy early life. Let's just say he still had a little rowdy in him. My dad tells the story of one of his Sunday sermons in a small Texas town. Apparently, my grandmother's brothers were sitting in the back pew, heckling him. After church, he turned to my dad and said, "Son, hold my bible, I've got to go give your Uncles a whipping.