After much thought...

...I decided to just do it.  I'm not much of a writer, really.  I don't know all the correct punctuation.  I will probably leave a few participles dangling.  And, I will, many times, end a sentence in a preposition.  The squirrel ran around, under, over, through...the tree (at one time in my life I had them all memorized).  I have lots and lots and lots of excuses about why I don't record my thoughts and ideas and memories in writing - for public consumption. Most of the excuses have to do with criticism but many of them just can't believe anyone would care less about my perspective or what I think.  But a new friend of mine recently suggested I begin a blog for my children and grandchildren to access down the road and that alone has convinced me.

I journal a lot.  I have many full and partially full journals in my bookcases, some treasures and some silliness, but my prayers, petitions and words in my written hand, nonetheless. My most prized remembrances from those who have passed on to the eternal homestead are things that were written.  I have my great grandmother's family Bible with notations in the margins and a handwritten letter written to my mother about the Scriptures that helped Essie persevere, even when she felt hopeless.  I have notepads with my mother's handwritten notes from the Sunday sermons she heard while listening via the radio in her kitchen when she became more or less homebound where non-essential trips were concerned.  I have notebooks, folders, budgets and documentation penned in small letters belonging to my computer engineer dad.  I also have notes, letters and comments from all ages of my kid's lives.

I'm not sure what it is about a person's writing, but each hand seems to be a little different, completely unique to them.  When I look at the words, I drift back in time to a wonderful memory that belongs only to me.  I hope that someday, someone will find one of my journals, see my writing and share a sweet memory...so, I will write.

~ Susan