How quickly things come, change, transform, morph, and
disappear. In the course of one
lifetime, we can, and do, celebrate new ideas and methods, new efficiencies,
processes, materials, and capabilities, which better our lives, bring
interesting inventions or labor-saving devices, fun entertainments, voyages to
the moon, and a wealth of information data we never thought possible. I remember as a child, a family member told
me about some new invention which “could send pictures invisibly right through
the air into our homes,” a concept which was both intriguing and
incomprehensible to me, and now there is the ubiquitous television in every
family.
However, in the
excitement of the new, there is also a sense of loss of what came before. It is more than sentimental nostalgia. It is the gradual loss of context, the
quality which can enrich our awareness of the “now” in our daily life.
And, along with source
materials such as photographs, stories, newspaper archives, etc., that journals
can help to preserve that context to the passage of our world. I can go to a neighborhood garage sale and
see a tool, and I ask myself, “What is this?”
What is it used for? How is it
used? When could it have been made? And it starts me on a journey of discovery
which usually ends by a journal entry, with a drawing or picture of my
discovery, and any information about it.
Perhaps, if all goes well, that journal entry may be a wonderful source
of information for someone 200 years into the future. Those entries which we make today become the
treasures for future generations.
In a recent
discussion in the journaling class, we took a look at our lives today and
brainstormed some things which are not quite yet gone, but which we feel are
swiftly passing, in the hope that readers will join us in recording in our
journals things which we want to help preserve.
To my surprise,
everyone came up with Cursive Hand-Writing as their first response. And I remember that not long ago, as a
teacher, I was helping in a classroom, and the children were fascinated by
watching me take my notes in swift cursive words. I explained that cursive writing was taught a
required skill when I was a child. In
school classes from about 1890s to 1950s, students in the U.S.
were taught cursive writing using the “Palmer Method.” This in itself replaced
the former, beautiful-but-intricate Spenserian system, as it was deemed a more
efficient method for future use in the business world. Now, with the successive use of typewriters,
computers, and keyboards, even the cursive Palmer Method is no longer
taught. Even hand-written “Thank You”
notes are unusual these days. Such a
loss of sensibility and courtesy to the world.
And with this in mind, it is my personal choice to maintain my cursive
writing in my journals as a personal gift to some reader in the future
(assuming they will still be able to read such archaic writing then).
Some other ideas which came out of the discussion are:
·
Cooking skills: cooking “from scratch,” canning,
baking, preserving, etc.
·
Textile skills: Ironing, sewing, crocheting,
quilting, darning, etc.
·
Trading and “haggling”
·
Tools from many trades and skills
We would be interested in hearing more suggestions from any
readers of this blog. What would it be a
good idea to preserve for the future?
What can we record, explain, document to others which would help to
provide future readers with the context in which they will dwell?
Some Words of Encouragement:
v
“I have drunk from wells I did not dig; I have
been warmed from fires I did not build; I have been shaded by trees I did not
plant.” [Anonymous]
v
“Although I have been collecting for over thirty
years, I still find it hard to define exactly what it is I collect. The most fundamental definition is that the
items in the collection were produced by solve everyday problems; to make a
task simpler or easier.” [Ingenious
Gadgets by Maurice Collins, p. 6.]
v
“Everything old is new again.” [Folk saying]
v
“Look closely.
The beautiful may be small.”
[Emmanuel Kant]
v
“Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and
sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone
forever.” [Horace Mann]
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