Digital has taken over so much of our lives, but I have two banker boxes stuffed with old papers, one work related, random stuff saved from my Microsoft career, the other full of letters and personal diaries written over 50 years ago.
There are many letters from our mother, on page after page of plain notebook paper. She was such a prolific and frequent writer, most are just "dated" with the day of the week, no month or year, which is a shame. She wrote dates on the back of every photo, but not her letters.
Anyway, her kids are probably the only ones left who can decipher her distinctive cursive. It's hard to believe this is how families once shared news. Only the best and worst events merited an expensive long distance call.
As for my diaries, these should be a place for deep, private reflection, but most entries are in the category of "what happened today" and make no sense now, even to me. I was very young! But they are stuffed with mementoes like ticket stubs, post cards and random funny things that give some idea of what I was doing at the time.
These are rainy day projects. There are also piles of photographs to go through, the redundant and bad ones thrown out. The goal is to get everything consolidated down to the few things that might have some meaning and context to others.
Speaking of rain. Go away. I'd rather be working in the garden that shuffling through dusty closets.
A sweet song...
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