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Thoughts about Blogging

When I began this blog six years ago, I really didn’t know where I was going with it. I just wanted to express myself in writing because it seems that is what I enjoy.

I wrote whatever struck my fancy. In the spring of 2017, Herb joined me and since then we’ve been taking turns posting. We’ve been absent for awhile, finding more to do during the Christmas holiday than time to do it. However, it was not only Christmas but the final editing and preparations for publishing a book that Herb has been working on  intermittently for years. He’ll be blogging about it off and on this year. As for me, I intend to revisit a subject that has interested me for some time: the Victorian woman in America. At one time I even intended to write a book about this subject. Who knows, maybe I still will, God willing.

As we’ve worked together on hintsandechoes, it has become apparent that the guiding principle that informs both of our writing is that the past needs to be remembered. This is mainly a job for the old, which we defiinitely are. Young people have paying jobs (we hope), obligations, and schedules. Also almost every day advances in digital technology demand their attention. They don’t have as much time for the past as we octogenarians, but the past is something none of us can do without.  

We all need to review our histories from time to time in order to make sense of our lives. We need to decide whet we need to mend or reserve or revive, and what can be consigned to the old curiosity shop.

The past doesn’t just go away like last Wednesday. It lives on in the present— and will resurface again in the future. That is what John Greenleaf Whittier had in mind when he wrote:

The great eventful Present hides the Past; but though the din

Of its loud life, hints and echoes from the life behind steal in.

One thought on “Thoughts about Blogging

  1. JGW was so right in referring to “hints and echoes.” One is never quite sure about those memories. In a recent conversation with my younger sister we both remembered an event from the past, but our memories of it were very different. We may never know who was the pretty one and who was the smart one, but our childhood understanding of the answer to that question has shaped our lives.

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