The Telling of My Life

So, around about 2002 I decided that I would start trying to dig up any memories I had about my life and write them down. This was prompted by my sister and I doing my Genaology work. I had all of these people in my history who were simply names, a birth date and a death date. But we ran into one person whose letters had been preserved in a book. I thought how wonderful it was to actually read about him. He was a real human.

So, I started writing all of my memories down in hopes that 200 or 400 years from now my GGGGGGGGGGGGGgrandwhatever would find out that I too, led a boring life and all was right with the world.

When mom died and I realized I really didn't know a whole lot about her life before me, I was spurred to write more, so that my children might know about my life before them, if they were so inclined.

By complete error, however, I left the document in America. Much to my chagrin.

So I started a new one here in Japan, and I guess I'll just merge them together when I get home.

I had a stroke of inspiration, however, and decided to copy the stories I have told here on my blog into this file, changing the names back to their real names so that I will always remember them (I can't post them on a public blog)

I just finished copying all of them over from here, and, in combination with what I have already written over the last 3 years, the file is now a whopping 67,810 words long, some 125 pages in Word... This is not including the stuff I wrote in America that needs to be merged in...

MAN I am long-winded.

I take a certain amount of pride in knowing that somewhere, in the deeep, dark future, my ancestors will be put to sleep by my writings :D

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