A Legacy: Paul Millet

So growing up in my ward, there was a very old man named Paul Millet. (He's actually my relative too) Paul was an extremely tall man. Tall and strong, especially to a little girl like i was. He would share stories about the war and his life every fast sunday in our ward. I remember sitting in church when i was little and getting so excited when he would get up speak, or even when he would roll up in his chair and have to use a mic to speak from below the podium. I think this is when i fell in love with the past. I fell in love with the stories of older people. I think i could sit for hours and listen to older people talk about their lives, and how our country used to be. When you're little, its kind of hard to focus on speakers. But as soon as Paul got up there, i was silent. I remember not wanting to miss a single word he said. Before he died, my dad recorded him telling some stories about his life, and his time in the war and the church. His stories include experiences growing up in the Great Depression. He tells of how his family came to be in Arizona, and what his life was like here. He tells a story about when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, and how it affected his life. He talks about the relocation of the American Japanese citizens. I love listening to these recordings and getting a small glimpse of his life, and WWII. He saw so much death and destruction. This man experienced so much in his life. Listening to these stories is such a cool experience. These stories aren't the skewed movie stories, these are real life.

yeah i know this isn't the best picture, but it's all i could find on my own computer :)