For the best part of four years, I’ve been sharing my thoughts and observations on this blog. Just another grandparent offering personal perspectives, on one social media platform or other.
As I revisit some of the 750+ entries I’ve written, I wonder how much of an impression these digitised musings might offer to generations beyond our grandchildren, should they be remotely interested. Will anything I write, help them to form an impression of who the old chap was? They won’t have heard my voice, won’t have ridden on my shoulders or noticed how my expression changes when I’m listening to music or viewing works of art. They will have photographs, but more of those taken by me, than of me.
They might hear tales or episodes of my life, and they may even get to have and hold some little ‘something’ on the end of a time-stretched thread.
This may all sound a bit strange and, if it does, put it down to a combination of a short Philosophy course (yes, I couldn’t resist it in the end) and this thought-provoking article by Rebecca Ley.