I struggled today with what to write about…but I started to
think about a conversation I was having with my grandmother today. She was talking about her aunt…her mother’s
sister. She had never had children so her stories and history died with her—unless
someone in the family had kept something which no one knew for sure. And then we were talking about
another ancestor previous to that who had emigrated from Sweden to the United States
and no one knew exactly why. As much as
I hate journal writing because I think I have a boring life, it is important
for people later on.
I am very curious about how people lived before—hence the
history buff in me. I like to hear about
the little stories of their childhoods, and how they lived before. It makes you wish that you could talk to them
and ask them questions---why did you do this or that? Or did it just make sense
at the time? Were you really in love
with that widow or did you just marry her for her money? We don’t know the thought processes of people
that come before unless they write it down.
So I guess that’s a good thing about my blogging this year—it is like keeping a journal, though I don’t always write about the daily things. However, I do
write about what I think and what my thought processes are. And that is better than
no record at all.
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