Archive for May, 2008

A First Anniversary

May 12, 2008

One year ago, I started writing Mining Towns in Canada, on WordPress. I confess that I had no idea what I was doing, am not thoroughly computer savvy, but somehow I managed to navigate my site, hit and miss.  I didn’t know that it was going out on the web for all to see. What a surprise that was! I found out from reading FAQ’s, where I have gleaned most of the instructions.

I set out to write about my childhood which I claim is unique, my parents and family who I know are unique, and some random thoughts about this and that which I am sure are not at all unique, but that’s the point. I wanted to leave a record of my life for my Grand daughter, just the way I have saved the newspapers of the day she was born, the space walk in 1969, the Time magazines of 9-11, John Kennedy Jr. and McLean’s cover story of  Pierre Trudeau, a Canadian Prime Minister.  A very small “time capsule” for her to  wander into “olden times”. (She’s 10, that’s what she thinks of it…now). 

 Organizing my thoughts and writing my life, felt something like getting all the boxes and envelopes of loose photos into albums at some point in life. (Oh, ya, I know you have those too). At least I think that’s what it would feel like. 🙂

I have “met” some wonderful people who have shared their thoughts and childhood experiences with me and many friends and family number among the more than 5000 readers who have dropped by my site.

Most of all, I am just astounded at the effect all the story telling has had on me. I had something I wanted to tell, I wanted it to be brief and comprehensible, and I tried not to over think and over edit.     I did just that, and in the process I was able to sort out my entire life!  Imagine that!

And just like the poem ” Friendship”

…Keep what is worth keeping- And with the breath of kindness- Blow the rest away.

FRIENDSHIP ~By Dinah M. Mulock Craik

May 4, 2008
  • OH, The comfort-the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,
    Having neither to weigh thoughts,
    Nor measure words-but pouring them
    All right out-just as they are-
    Chaff and grain together-
    Certain that a faithful hand will
    Take and sift them-
    Keep what is worth keeping-
    And with the breath of kindness
    Blow the rest away.