02.22.09

My very first blog post!

Posted in Miscellaneous at 8:15 pm by Grandma O

     This is my first official posting on my blog! I decided if I was going to use it as the equivalent to a journal and keep a history of the rest of my life, this would probably be the easiest way to do it. I’m going to start with my old journals and put in excerpts from them. I kept them pretty faithfully for about 5 years somewhere in the mid 70’s. Most of the stuff would probably be more interesting to the older kids. Maybe that will help make up for the lack of pictures.

     One of the first points I would like to make is the change in technology. Most of you, especially the grandchildren, won’t be able to imagine a life without cheap easy pictures. When we first married, it was beyond our little budget to get photos developed and/or pay for professional photographs. As I look back, I realize that we truly lived “in the minute” and didn’t worry about saving memories for posterity. That has some good points and some bad points and could turn into a good discussion topic. I didn’t have a clue that someday I would wish that I had lots of pictures of Katy as an infant. I was too busy being a panic stricken teenage mother and playing “dollies” with my little baby. (That’s why someone grows up real fast when they have a child.) At the same time, Katy, Nancy, and Sally had some really special things in their lives that the later children didn’t have and vice versa. As I used to say: ‘It isn’t fair in the short run, but it’s fair in the long run”.

     I don’t remember older people complaining about ageing when I was younger. Either I was a selfish slob who didn’t pay attention or I just thought old people were crabby whiners. But you will hear plenty from me about it. Sorry! Life is getting more and more exciting. As President Hinckley once said, “We are living in a marvelous time of new advances. What a wonderful time to be alive!” He said something about knowing his time was short but that was the main reason he wished he could hang around. So in honor of my feelings, I am going to quote a favorite poem of mine—by Dylan Thomas:

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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