While digging through my sewing room recently I found a box containing articles and memorabilia from my early years at The Post.
It amazes even me to realize that I have been writing this column for seven and a half years (golly moses!) and I read the very first issue of The Post with great interest.
Though my husband Tommy bought me a scrapbook with sheet protectors to save all columns, I have not kept them all. But have been fairly faithful in putting them in that file, though I’ve missed a few when we have been out of town. I have kept them on computer disks recently and wish I had been more diligent in such recordings in the event my grandchildren might want to read them. There are still plenty there.
I also found partial diaries from 2005 and 2006 which included a lot of previously forgotten memories.
Many were in the form of epistolaries (copies of emails I had written to family and friends), and although I have only had time to look at the highlights I can’t wait to read them leisurely on my back porch.
I write so frequently that I don’t remember anything anymore. Consequently, I am so grateful to find my own memories from the past.
My siblings and I took a family trip to visit our only relatives in Virginia recently and one sister and I fondly remembered a prior trip though we couldn’t remember the year.
To my delight I found an entry from 2006 detailing the trip. It doesn't’ seem like it was eight years ago!
An entry Sept. 28, 2005 said: “The night before I found out I had colon cancer Tommy and I had a date in Nashville; he was on Channel 50.”
Because my cancer was detected through a routine colonoscopy I was blessed only to have surgery, but I read additional entries that chronicled that scary week along with notes of encouragement and good wishes from dear friends.
On Thursday, Sept. 8 (2006) I wrote:
“Mike Pirtle called today to ask me to write a column for his new paper, The Murfreesboro Post. At first I said, no way... not ever, don’t even think about it... but when I thought about it more I thought I could do it. He had assigned it a name -- Mrs. Murfreesboro. Between the time he called me (8:30 am) and the time I met him (11:30) I had written two articles and decided it might not be as hard as I thought. I called him back to say yes.”
I heard an interview on National Public Radio with celebrated author Jhumpa Lahiri in which she discussed the work of writing a novel.
She said that she never expects to be happy with it when she is finished, but does hope for a sense of satisfaction. That is exactly that way I feel when I write these columns.
I work hard to find topics that are relevant or with which people can identify, but once it’s been sent off to be published it’s gone.
My daughter Beth tells me frequently: “I really liked your column this week, Mom,” and I will have to ask her what I wrote about because once I rarely think about it again.
It will be fun to sit down reading older issues later.
And even though we are already three months into this year, I plan to create a piecemeal diary of our happenings to date. I will review the calendar and sent emails to help put this year’s comings and goings in writing so that 10 years from now I can remember them.
Previous efforts served me well this week and I have learned that finding these old written musings make me realize it’s really never too late.
’Til next week.