I’ve been way too careful about my writing.
I don’t put anything up until I’ve really had time to think about it, rethink it, and then rewrite it. Rewrite many times. But enough of that. That means that I rarely post.
I post for whomever may show up at the game, but I mainly just post for myself.
I mainly post for myself, but I keep my children in mind. Would I want them to read this now? In 5 years? In 10? After I’m dust and ashes? The world is not going to remember me. I may have grandchildren, but I was so old (41 for the first) when I had kids that it’s entirely possible that I won’t live to see them. It’s even more likely that they won’t remember me. I tell my children about my grandparents, but I don’t think that much of it will stick. They both had a chance to meet my Grandma Ida, but Jolee doesn’t remember her, and Sam has just impressions. Fortunately, they know all four of their grandparents. But the inter-generational time expands, and we lose touch. It’s not like it’s easy to get records, either. One grandfather’s name can be found on a ship’s manifest at ellisisland.org. For the other grandfather there is one that is similar but doesn’t quite meet the criteria. The grandmothers were born here, their fathers were not.
Anyway, I still need to write, and so I will just toss this stuff out and see what happens.
Sorry if I bored you, better stuff coming.
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