Legacies.
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, I sucked at math.
My Dad felt that this was unacceptable and the school I was going to didn’t have the academic strength to correct it, so he made math sheets for me. We then did timed drills, noting time on the sheet and doing further drills on the ones I missed, until I didn’t miss them anymore.
This was not a smooth process, by any means, but in the end, I learned what I needed to know. Dad has long since passed away but I have the original math sheets still. I’ve passed on copies of these math sheets onto others who needed them, and am doing this again for my Cousin/Niece to help her master the basics.
I think my Dad would be utterly thrilled at this turn of events. I can see the echo cascading forward so clearly, with the family resemblance that is truly astonishing at times. I’m also now remembering more of that time of my childhood, as I search my memory for how to do this for somebody else.
I still sorta suck at math, but at least I’m sucking at trig, instead of basic arithmetic. Thanks Dad.
