My mother has been keeping a journal for years. And in typical reserved Scandinavian, northern Minnesota fashion, she doesn't use it to record her feelings, or hopes, or dreams. But she CAN tell us, on any given day, what she cooked for dinner, or what the temperature was, or if someone stopped by for coffee. She has saved all of them, for 'the girls' (that would be me and my sister), and she has been trying to get Heather and I to keep journals too, for years.
Apparently, she does not consider blogging a form of memory keeping, as each year, in January, she asks me if I am ever going to start keeping a journal.
Huh? Maybe it's because she does not own a computer, and never gets to read what I have to say, that she dismisses my silly little blog. (To be fair, she has never called it silly, but she is rather dismissive of it.)
Anyhoo-even if she doesn't consider it true memory keeping, I do, and I am happy to report that my blog has been around for FOUR YEARS as of January 28th. At first I was very timid, and unprepared to share myself with the world, so my first post was written and viewable only by my sister. So since you missed it, you can read it here:
My blog hasn't changed all that much in those four years, I still have no advertisers (by choice) and I don't belong to any circles or groups or whatever you call them. Because I still write this daily blathering for me, and someday if Charlie is interested in reading about his mother, it will be there for him too. And hopefully he will learn a little more about me than what I cooked for dinner.