A/N Howdy y'all....this is my first attempt at a FF. I know the first chapter is a bit light, but hopefully, they will get longer as it progresses. All reviews, comments and complaints graciously accepted.
Disclaimer: All twilight characters belong to Stephanie Meyers. I'm just glad she lets us play with time.
Preface
To my dearest daughter Renesmee Carlie Cullen.
I feel that it is important for you to understand where you come from and those who love you so much. I have decided to start a family journal, with the family's help, you will be able to understand your destiny in life.
Renesmee, I can't really put into words, how much you mean to your family, your mother and me. But I will say this, we love you more than our own lives.
Chapter 1 - Edward Anthony Masen
As the decades go by, human memories fade away. I hope that what few that I do remember will give you an insight to how I grew up before I was changed.
I was born Edward Anthony Masen, Jr. on June 20, 1901 in Chicago, IL, to Edward and Elizabeth Masen. My father, Edward Anthony Masen, Sr. was one of the most prominent and sought after lawyer in town, which made us one of the wealthier families in Chicago. My mother Elizabeth Masen was a wonderful woman who managed to keep a home, marriage and family. She was also the neighborhood piano teacher. I am not sure who I looked like the most. I had my mother's bronze-colored hair, vivid green eyes and my father's facial features. People were always quick to comment on how handsome of a boy I was.
We lived in a two-story bungalow in a Chicago suburb, close to my father's law office. It was just the three of us, my parents and I, my mother doted on me; I was her "Little Eddie". She instilled in me at an early age, the love of playing the piano and the appreciation of music. My father, when he didn't have to go to the office, loved to take me to the ballgame. One of the very few human memories I have left, is going with my father to Comiskey Park to watch "Shoeless Joe" Jackson play for the White Soxs. That, I believe, is why I love to play baseball with the family.
I also have a scattering of childhood memories of playing "stick ball" out in the middle of the street with a bunch of neighborhood kids, of having a pet dog, and of watching my mother play piano.
Unfortunately, memories I wish I could remember would be of my grandparents, This is where you are so much more fortunate Renesmee, that you will remember everything that has and will happen in your lifetime.
As I got older, I can slightly remember going to the theater with my parents to see the movie serial of "The Perils of Pauline", a "Gertie the Dinosaur" cartoon or some sort and a newsreel. That was big entertainment for a 13 year old in 1914.