Monday, 19 September 2016

Ready To Go

I feel as if I'm parting with a big part of who I have been, am now, and will in some ways, continue to be.

But I either have to stop writing or build an extension to house these 143 journals which  have occupied this chest and another huge trunk in another room.

I can't afford to build an extension and I'm not ready to stop writing, so off these go to their new home, The Donnelly Historical Society , bless their heart, have agreed to store these for me in their fireproof, humidity proof vault.

So here they are all boxed up and ready to go to their new home in the morning.

I can access them or decide to remove them anytime I like. If anything should happen to me, my partner and my daughters can access them. If they don't claim them, then they are to remain untouched for the next 50 years. After that they can become public knowledge or I can have them destroyed.

I was surprised to learn the Historical Society would accept to store my journals since it's certainly not history stories I've penned within the pages of those journals. But, it is my story and I suppose serves as a history of what I've lived. A window into an ordinary life with all it's ups and downs and highs and lows. Would interest some and bore others.


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    1. You will have to retire if you ever want to read all that! Lol!
      But, then again, you may never want to.