Forgive me, I'm just interjecting here .....................................
Adding this as a sort of a "WHY" this blog is being written at all. Then back to the aeroplane saga. It's a copy of an e-mail to Mitchell:
Delighted to hear that you read my blog. (I'll never be happy with that word - it's so teenie-weenie-nerdysomehow). Better than that: you look at it regularly.
I'm a compulsive writer. I've kept a daily journal since March 1977. I keep one on a journey. I have an unfinished (almost unstarted) novel. I write doubtfulshort stories. I wrote to Rena for 20 years. Now thisblog.
I write because I enjoy it but almost seem driven to do it.Since the arrival of the PC and the word processor I've been able to write neatly and be able to edit and polish and produce near perfect stuff (well, perfect to look at - the content may still be shy of perfect).
But a writer does like to be read. Vivian claims to enjoy my blog but she's a slightly captive audience. It's being written because .............?
Why? There seem to be many foggy reasons. The family tree kick I was on for long enough gave me a sense of history I think - both "wide" and "narrow" history. By"wide" I mean history in the usual human history sense. "Narrow" history is my family history. It's not just about ME it's about the ordinary people who went before and who are coming after. I wish those; now all but lost to us, had left record of themsleves. A few photos, barely a single written word survive. Almost all the anecdotes and scandals and little snippets are in my head .... I've become the sole custodian.
When my mother died a few years ago she left me as the patriarch dammit! I have a handful of photos of our forebears and half of them are mysteries, only my mother could have said who they were ... and she's gone.
I'm almost into the ramble mode here. I was trying to state the "why" of the blog. I'm trying to tell my tale before it's too late. Trying to tell all the tales before it's too late. My grandparents, my parents stories ..... the few storiesthey told to me ..... my own experiences ..... the early years of my two sons which, to a certain extent, I rememeber better than they.
Sounds an awful job. But it's not, because I love writing. So it's a labour of love really. Better even than building model trains, some might say. A house fire can take the diaries and photos in a few moments. A computer crash somewhere can take the blog I imagine. Material "stuff" is so easily swept away.
So ................. the news that you are reading my accounts came as a real burst of sunlight. The writer does need to be read. The writing is a joy but we all have an element of 'show and tell' in our makeup I think.
The "blog"? Well I've learnt to add pictures. I hope my technique and style will continue to improve. I'll be gentle with the "characters" in the story. There's a huge cast of people when you think about it. And it's a huge canvas and I try to keep in mind that I'm only one brush stroke thereon.
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The above written in response to this from Mitchell:
--- idgit1@globetrotter.net wrote: Your Blog.......I check the site out at least three times a week to see what you have written, I throroughly enjoy them, and granted some things I remember, some not, simply because they are before my time, but it does, as you say, serve as a little insight into what life was like at that moment, Martin,Sherri and I are of the age to appreciate it.. His and mine and no doubt hers are not there yet......they are still, dare I say it, too young to appreciate it....but I truly and sincerely hope that you continue, they may not show too much interest now, but they will, just like I did and do.......(and yes I do look to see what "lies" you have written about me (so far so good)!
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