Blogging is the collection of ones thoughts that is wrote in their blog. A diary is the collections of ones thoughts wrote in a book that one could lock if they so choose to. Journaling is the collections of ones thoughts also. People write about the weather, who visited them on a certain day, the events that took place in history and many more thoughts that randomly occur in their minds.
When I first started journaling we used paper & pencils/pens. Now one blogs on their computers and millions of people can read them. One might think who really is interested in my collection of thoughts. As I start this blog I have no idea or certain area content that I will write about on a regular basis.
My husbands Grandmother use to journal daily writing the weather conditions down and any other events or people that came by that day. Just her little collection of thoughts. My Mother says she is leaving a collection of her thoughts in boxes, books and drawers. My Grandmother would send magazines over to us after she read them, with notes on the cover what pages she thought we should read. When she passed away, we found notes on items stating which side of the family it came from and who made it.
This is no new invention, just a changing of how we share our collection or knowledge. There is one thing people can count on is change. Our world is ever changing, before we kept of thoughts private and now the whole world could view them if they so choose to.
I'm interested in your grandmother's journal -- and your mother's collections of notes and thoughts scattered around in boxes like a scavenger hunt.
ReplyDeleteMy grandfather kept a journal for almost his first year of service on a destroyer tender in the pacific in WWII. It was something they tried to get all the sailors to do -- they had prepared little journals for them and everything. It's mostly ordinary day-to-day stuff -- he was a pretty junior enlisted sailor, on a non-combat ship, so it's not the stuff of action movies. But there are some unintentionally powerful moments in the journal. A couple of times, for example, his ship goes into port where he hopes he might be able to see his brother, who was serving on another ship in the pacific at the time. He's so hopeful, and then so disappointed when they miss each other -- it's a powerful moment. There are others, but I'm sure he never thought for a moment that about 70 years later a grandson might read those few lines and get to know a different side of his grandfather that way.
I hope you'll keep it up, and I hope you find the topics you're looking for -- the bits of yourself you're comfortable putting down like this for others (now and later) to read and enjoy.
-j