Why start a blog?
Why should I write my memories?
Why would anyone want to read about my memories?
I won't attempt to answer the first one, the simple "Why?" That's far too broad and I have no idea what to reply.
The second, however, is valid. I like to write but seldom have long periods of time to do so. Blogging seems to be a way to write without committing hours each day. I may be wrong about that. Give me a week or two to decide. Maybe I'll continue, adding several entries. Maybe I'll stop after today. Who knows? (another question but I definitely won't reply to that one)
Question number three: I do have an answer for that one. I remember bits and pieces from when I was young, sitting with one of my grandmothers or my great-grandmother. They told me so much of when they were young, family stories. None of that was ever written down and now it's pretty much lost. I can't remember which told me what, who was involved, where it happened. There are just micro-memories, disconnected and bland. I wish that I could remember them. I'm also finding that as I age (yes, like it or not, I am growing older), memories of events in my own life are starting to get fuzzy around the edges. Perhaps it's time to preserve them before I forget altogether.
As to the final question, chances are that no one really wants to read this. My life isn't exciting or important. I'm not famous or rich or powerful. But I grew up in a time that is far different than today. I remember things and events that are alien to many now alive. I have a list -- currently not extremely long, but since starting it last evening I've thought of several items to add to it -- and some of what is on that list might, just might, nudge someone else to remember.
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