It said my dad had been wounded. She didn't know how badly he was wounded or where he was, until she received word a month later that he had survived his wounds and was in a hospital in England. In this day of cell phones and instant communication, it is hard for me to comprehend waiting a month to know your husband's fate. Stories like these are finding their way into my family history . The stories you choose do not have to be momentous.
Little details mean a lot.
I remember my aunt telling me about the hollyhocks that lined the path to the outhouse at my great-grandmother's. She also remembers the ambrosia salads her grandmother made and then left out on the screened in porch for the kids to have as they wished. Another aunt remembers her grandfather winding his pocket watch every single day when the noon whistle blew. I hope you ask lots of questions of all your relatives. I believe that writing a family history is the most valuable legacy we can leave future generations.