A Dusting of the Cobwebs....
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...allow me a brief introduction...
In a reacent conversation with my daughter, her questions were why I, and her Dad were so quiet about our lifes? Meaning writing or telling about our own personal historys.
I didn't think there was anything important to write about. As I was just a normal person, getting up in the morning and getting the day started, getting kids off to school, or meeting schedules of the whole family, cleaning house, and landry. Keeping little ones busy, and changing diapers, comming home fixing dinner, helping with homework, putting kids to bed, watch some news, go to bed. And then do it all over again the next day. Then some days was teaching lessons in Primary, RS, MIA, Sundayschool, cub scouts, or helping at schools, ect. Family home evening, Visiting teaching, and even some Home teaching and being the family schaefer. most of the time we had one car, 6 kids, one working husband. Oh yes, the multi years of music lessons, and baseball teams, coaching, and even one major jumproap champion, for one daughter.
We had trials too. some were very hard, just thinking about a single memory of losing our son, brings tears. But we are told that this life is to meet trials, and how we handle them will be for our own eternal growth.
A very wise Stake President, President Alred, once said "We are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity. We will work by the sweat of our brow, to work our way through this life... But remember we are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity."
So, I welcome you to my blog. Please feel free to stay and go as you please, and wander where you wish. And, as always, feel comfortable in sharing those stories that you may feel are just "an every day" thing as well...
Journal writing...
I started writing in a Journal in 1977, a year or so after my 4th child, Jennifer, was born. Even though I have written some of the precious and cute things children do of that age, I am sorry that I don't have recorded things that were important to me before that time. After my Mom died, and I had gone home to visit. I found a box of letters I had written to my Mom and Dad. (We were living in Arizona, and my parents were in Utah.) Mom had kept them all. In them I wrote all about what was happening in my life, because I wanted them to be part of my life, and I missed them so much.. I even found pictures that my son Gene had drawn, before he had died, of injuries from a car accident. He was almost 4 years old.
The letters are in my ceder chest, hopefully sometime I can get to them. If I don't, then maybe one of my girls will. At least they know where they are now.
2 comments:
you know, i think that's one reason i decided to keep my blog going regularly. i never seem to have a lot of time to write a daily journal of normal comings and goings... and i tend to only write very private feelings and experices, missing out on everything else. So... i write my blogs, then print them off, whole-punch them and put them in my new "blog journal". :) i thought it was a cute idea
That is a wonderful idea. Blogs have a way of incouraging you to write, but machines often fail, and we sometimes loose what we think is safe. Its wise to keep a hard copy....I just have to convise Dad of that.
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