Journals of a True Life

Oh My is correct on the email you sent of the old dude and all thos journals! Wow, I wish I would have done that. I bet you girls have journals. I have one - only one - that I started to Sarah when she was born and I haven't written in it in so so many years. This motivates me to get back to it.

It's funny that you sent this just now. Again, I've been going through Virginia's crap. Just this morning I went through a small box of miscellaneous 'stuff' that covers years and subjects and it always makes me sad just to throw it away. But, who would want those greeting cards from Jim and Nancy, that family hokey newsletter sent at Christmas from a distant friend going on and on and about Joey and Sally, Grandma and Aunt Bessie and all the things they accomplished and places they went in that particular last year. Then what about those Big Bear receipts - in just a few short years no one will even know that you could have bought groceries at a store with a strange name like Big Bear. There are pictures and obituaries (always finding lots and lots of obituaries - how did some of these people enter her life). There are announcements from the society section of the old newspapers. There are lots of church bulletins and notes from church friends. There are also lots of notes about which bank had the best rates for CDs and what was happening with Ohio "Ma" Bell. There are probably 100 postcards and many of them from Lake Erie - some from a lake in Michigan - always the person is having a great time and wishes the receiver was there. What about those dozens and dozens of pictures of smiling - and some hateful depressed looking - people with no notes on the back to give you the slightest hint of who they were and how did they know Virginia.

Since Virginia died on December 25, 2009 and I started ransacking the boxes and boxes of her life, I have been wondering what people would wonder about me as they go through drawers, old papers, my computer and my one lonely little journal, my medical records from 15+ years ago, my job evaluations and my job application from Crane Plastics where I started as a receptionist making $64.00 a week. Does make me wonder - not that I care since I'll be out of here but............... I'm not really sure what the but is! I don't regret all of my life - just little pieces at little bits of time - certainly nothing major. I've thrown out TONS of my own stuff since December 25 - getting rid of the evidence, I guess! Hahahahaha.
After the above rambling, I'm thinking a journal going forward, with remembrances of the past, might be a noble project.
Thanks for all the nudges, Sisters.