I’ve been wondering all day about the extent to which today’s blogs will be part of our legacies, like diaries of the past.
All this was sparked by reading a very thought-provoking entry for September 2, 1914 in the diary of nineteen year-old American woman, Helena Muffly which is being so beautifully reproduced by her grand-daughter, Sheryl, on one of my very favourite blogs: A Hundred Years Ago .
19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today
Wednesday, September 2, 1914: It need not be recorded for there is nothing important to write.
I read this diary entry early this morning and remembered how I used to write similar sorts of things in my diaries as a teenager, though maybe not quite so ‘negatively,’ if that’s the word. I have endless diary entries that say:
Wet. Stayed in all day.
It seems to me that there is one key question surrounding all this:
As bloggers, do we seek out things to write about and thus are our senses far more heightened than they might otherwise be?
I’m a person who still keeps private journals as well as this blog. I don’t think I would post the the sorts of diary entries I have highlighted above in a blog post (though I may try it sometime!).
Having read Helena’s entry this morning, I kept finding the smallest things which seemed worthy of reporting. One was my sense of satisfaction at finally managing to take a respectable photograph (by my standards) of Fuschia which grows with such abundance in Ireland at this time of year. As someone with a mad passion for earrings, I always see Fuschia as being like nature’s most delightful hanging earrings:
Do you think your blog will be part of your legacy after your gone? Would you even want it to be?