Are you recording your life?
Will your posterity be able to one day know who you were and what life was like in your time?
You may think that keeping a journal, a diary, or a genealogical record is not necessary now in this vast world of tech. There is unlimited amount of information about this age as endless digital information and you regularly update your Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and other social pages…
But how much of it is real.
Will your great-great-great-grandchildren be able to connect with you through a microchip of saved data and photos? Or, would they know you more as they see your handwriting, read your thoughts on the day to day life that you live-experiencing with you all of the ups and downs you have traversed, celebrate with you in your moment of joy expressed on an old wrinkled page smudged with messy handwriting, misspelled words and maybe a smudge of chocolate? The photo of me above is a very real moment in my life, one that did not get expressed to its deepest core on social media, but was recorded in my personal journals as this experienced changed and refined me into who I am now. No one can really know (except Jesus) the deep feelings of my soul until they someday read it in my own words. Sometimes I even go back to remind myself what this moment in my life was like.
Currently I am trying to read a book I thought looked interesting, The Age of Homespun by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich. The subject of which the book is written intrigues me, however, the way some of the information has been shared thus far has been hard to digest. Until today, when the author was sharing some background on Reverend Horace Bushnell who had profound words to say on the topic of “the age of homespun” and it’s place in the past. It wasn’t his speech that appealed to my imaginations, but what was said of his mother:
“Dotha Bishop Bushnell had no more than a common school education, but according to her son she was never self-conscious about her disadvantages. She clothed her six children in linen and woolen of her own making,administered a home dairy, boarded farm laborers, and during part of the year fed the workers in “a homespun cloth-dressing shop” attached to her husband’s mill. She sent her children to the district schools-and Horace to Yale-clothed “in better, cleaner homespun than any others.” All this work she accomplished year after year, working thirteen or fourteen hours a day, without a word of complaint. “What mortal endurance could bear such a stress of burden! And yet she scarcely showed a look of damage under the wear of it, but kept the appearance rather of a woman of some condition.”
The information shared of Dotha was obviously from the point of view of a son who thought well of his mother. While his reminiscence of her, piqued my interest in this section of the book, it did not satisfy my curious appetite. According to her son, she worked thirteen or fourteen hours a day providing for her family-“without a word of complaint.” Now isn’t that a woman you want to interview? I admire her stamina-and the mother-of a large family-keeping a farmstead-homemaker in me knows it wasn’t easy. To be able to read her thoughts as she worked on steadily through hard times, and renewed her ambitions in the good times would be such an encouragement.
So I ask again, Are you recording your life? In a real pour out your heart and soul kind of way?
You may not think it to be of much interest or importance, but your great-great-great-great grandchild-niece-cousin…..will be intrigued, entertained, and perhaps even inspired by your life.
There are unlimited ways to keep a record of your life. Pinterest and Youtube are full of inspiring ideas. In Part III of this Life Journaling series I will share how I keep mine, and the improvements it has made in my life.
Thanks for being a friend!