I only met one of my grandparents and she died a few years after I hit double digits. I’ve heard stories. I’ve seen pictures and yet the image I have of them is so incomplete that as strongly as I am rooted in my family, there are a few roots missing.
I gained some insight reading letters of my grandmother’s to my young-adult father, though I hear that it was a tumultuous time between the two of them.
All that is neither here nor there, but I do wonder what my potential future grandkids might have of mine. What will I pass down?
I have many-a-times tried to keep a journal almost always unsuccessfully. The task of writing pages of my thoughts each day is simply too daunting.
That is why I was so excited when I found this darling item at the Contemporary Art Museum of Houston.
It is a five year diary. You write a few sentences each day for five years. On June 30th next year, I will see my writing from this year. On June 30th 2014, I will see my writing from all the last five years.
I can’t imagine what a treasure this would be if kept up in my grandfather’s hand. A daily musing, a daily event, a quote… anything would have given me a world of insights.
What do y’all ;) think? Can you commit to a few lines a day?