Nothing makes you want to keep up a blog/diary more than reading someone's old diary. Tonight we found some of my mom's old here's-what-the-family-is-doing letters.
It was actually pretty interesting to see what my mom had written and what she had determined was important enough to go in the letter. One of the letters talked about their trip to London and how a subway station they had been at the day before was bombed by the IRA. She mentioned how they could hear the fighting during one of their taxi trips and how they had tried to avoid the tube as much as possible. There was another letter that talked about Osama Bin Laden's terrorist attacks (before 9/11) and how there was an increase in security since Germany was the next suspected target. Another letter talked about how I was only three and was already learning how to read (at a first grade level) and write. In the same letter she talks about how it looked like my brother was going to get honor roll which was "very important since he [was] in high school now." Yet another letter talked about how I would speak with a southern drawl, roll around the house doing somersaults, and would randomly switch between speaking English or German in the same sentence. She talked about when she got to work part-time for two years and she talked about how she loved to go to the gym. Hearing about old memories like these always make me want to keep a diary (although I'm terrible at remembering to write in it).
It was actually pretty interesting to see what my mom had written and what she had determined was important enough to go in the letter. One of the letters talked about their trip to London and how a subway station they had been at the day before was bombed by the IRA. She mentioned how they could hear the fighting during one of their taxi trips and how they had tried to avoid the tube as much as possible. There was another letter that talked about Osama Bin Laden's terrorist attacks (before 9/11) and how there was an increase in security since Germany was the next suspected target. Another letter talked about how I was only three and was already learning how to read (at a first grade level) and write. In the same letter she talks about how it looked like my brother was going to get honor roll which was "very important since he [was] in high school now." Yet another letter talked about how I would speak with a southern drawl, roll around the house doing somersaults, and would randomly switch between speaking English or German in the same sentence. She talked about when she got to work part-time for two years and she talked about how she loved to go to the gym. Hearing about old memories like these always make me want to keep a diary (although I'm terrible at remembering to write in it).
We also found some old photos of me: school photos, my first prom photo, sports photos, a newspaper photo I was in, playing the saxophone for my grandma, and flower girl photos (just to name a few). It was funny seeing how I had changed over the years, which actually turned out to be very little.
For a while I wrote on an online diary and now my goal is to keep up this blog. It would be pretty amazing to have my kids read it some day and learn about what was "the norm" and how far technology had come and what the