I am not saying that everyone should be an author, but I am saying that everyone should write. If for no other reason than to record happy moments and times of their lives. Jot down things that should not be forgotten, such as events to pass along to family and friends, and other memorable events in life.
Some people have many things to write about, and others will have only a few momentous times they want to put on paper, but everyone has something they want to jot down identifying a special time or event in their life.
The secret to writing is to make time. Writing sounds like it is time-consuming, but writing is a minute-by-minute event. Quite often it can be a phone number written on a piece of paper you want to remember. How often have we neglected to add a name to that phone number, and years later we cannot put a name to the number or know if the number is still in working order?
This is not the type of writing I am talking about anyway. I am talking about an event or moment you want to remember, and you were thrilled with yourself, friend, or member of your family. An enjoyable event that was memorable and would be nice to have this time remembered on a piece of paper for all time sake. Or something your children did when they were young and would want to remember as they grow older. These bits of memory could also be notes that are connected to snap shots of an event. Possibly a birthday party, family picnic, football game with friends, an anniversary that so quickly fades, or any other memorable time you found to be enjoyable and noteworthy.
Start a simple file on your computer of times you want to note and remember. It may sound corny, but in retrospect, you will be happy you noted significant times to recall. You could even title this file Memories, Moments to Remember, Ideas, Things I Love, etc. Name it anything you want but title the file directory with a name you will remember. Add to this file anytime the feeling strikes, and you will be creating unforgettable memories for yourself, or memories to pass down through the family.
Who knows, someday you may want to write your memoir and you will have a start on the content of your memoir, or ideas of what your life story is going to cover.
I remember when my marriage started to turn. I thought I was imaging things, so I started to keep a list of noteworthy events – Good Times and Bad Times. I kept this list for several years. Then one day I decided to analyze the list and realized this marriage was not working and had not been working for years. I was satisfied that I had taken the time to patiently note problems and situations that caused severe abuse. Instead of rushing into a separation that was inevitable, I was able to calmly evaluate my situation and conclude changes needed to be made. As the situation continued to go downhill even more rapidly, the abuse increased, and the end of the marriage was in sight. Now fifty years later, I have no doubt I made the right decision. Oh, cheer-up! Several years after that I remarried and had a wonderful marriage for 40 years with hubby #2, who raised my children and loved us until the day he passed. No list needed for the second hubby!
whoah this blog is magnificent i love reading your posts. Keep up the good work! You know, many people are hunting around for this information, you can help them greatly. Geraldine Miner Fowle
Thank you, Geraldine. I have been ill lately, but recovering and beginning to write again. Let me know what type of articles you want to hear about… Oh, I can go on about my X-hubby, but he is still not a likable person after 50 years of divorce.
I’d rather write about writing… Writing books coming up soon.
Thank you so much for your interest.
Lee
Hello Geraldine, and thank you for responding to my email. I have to apologize for not posting more of my opinions, but I havenʻt been very well lately, although I just finished one I plan on posting.
Let me know if you enjoyed this. My email is LeeChristineRoman @ Protonmail. com (leave out the spaces in my mail address. Thank you.
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CRIME IN THE CITIES
It appears the more dead bodies, such as the horrific killing in Buffalo, NY recently received more media coverage than single killings! Why should several dead bodies get more media attention than one dead lonely soul? Every life is equally important, especially to the loved ones left behind to struggle through the pain of their loss. Life outside a person’s home is like playing bumper cars here in New York.
What brought this to a head was the coverage of the people murdered in Buffalo most recently. Yes, this was and still is tragic, but one life of someone shot and killed in New York City, or anywhere, is equally as tragic and deserves the respect others are given when the murdering creeps are mentioned over killing a dozen people. Every life is equally important and missed if only one person is murdered or killed in an accident. New York has become a place I fear, just as San Francisco pays more attention to the homeless and the needle count than the citizens who keep that city running with their hard-earned dollars. It appears that crime and homelessness get the Bronze Star and the Taxpayers get the shaft.
For instance, a person is murdered in New York City. Do we hear how that person will be missed? NO! Do we hear about the tears that will be shed on their birthdays? NO! But if it more than a handful tragedy murdered the news reports how missed those people will be, the pain the families are feeling, and the empty place at the dinner table. There is pain if it is one person or if it is 21 people.
All lives are equally important! I do not care if they are politically involved in the structure of the city, a vagrant, or homeless person…All Lives Matter! Is it not that what some races and nationalities profess? Therefore, every death or injury is equally as important. People crossing the streets are rundown by a reckless driver who ran a red light, or someone recklessly driving while changing the radio channel in their car hits and kills someone just struggling to put in another day of work, or on their way home is hit and killed. People out shopping, picking up children from school, visiting family… whatever, every life is important and we, the people want to know of the circumstances and give our respect to everyone, not just the select one the news media chooses to bring to our attention.
Who issues people these drivers licenses? Who released them from prison because of their last offense on the public? Who is writing these EXCUSE NOTES for the murdering idiots sitting behind the steering wheels of automobiles? Why are these people not imprisoned for bad driving? Maybe the fear of going to jail would detour people from crime, but the way things are today is there is no penalty for the crime. I understand that the prisons are filled, and we do not have available room for criminals; but we have available room when they killed or injured someone while behind the wheel of their weapon. Do we have to wait until someone is murdered or maimed again before prosecuting the offender? Maybe we should build more prisons, enforce the laws on record, and then, just maybe in time we can convince people to obey the rules so they can stay out of prison. It is this simple, “You break the law – you do the time.” I do not care if they are put in a crowded prison. I do not care if they are uncomfortable. I do care about their actions, and they should receive punishment, and not excused because we have too many people in jails. Criminals now know that the crimes they are perpetrating against people and objects are subject to interpretation, and the affordable cost of an attorney. I know the arguments about the expense to imprison people, but what about the expense and loss to the family who has lost a loved one. Lost someone who will never return, or never be the same again. A precious child that has been ripped from their lives… never to return. You cannot put a dollar amount on that loss.
Maybe we should have an “All Colors and Nationalities Does Not Matter Rule Because ALL PEOPLE MATTER.” Maybe it is time we put back into effect this simple rule, “If you canʻt do the time, don’t do the crime”. The people are watching with cameras to take your picture to ensure you do the time for your crime. If people cannot live in society with decency and respect for others, there should be a place where they can live, and currently that is in prison.
I remember when I was 10-years old, living in San Francisco with my family and walking two blocks to my home from a local store. I saw a tall, young man out of the corner of my eye begin to jay-walk across the street. This made me nervous, but I thought to myself, I am walking through a crowd of people at a bus stop… I’ll be safe…Then I felt something around my throat… then everything went black… then nothing. I awakened as I had just passed out from his strangle. My attacker was at the top of the hill looking down the hill at me…I was still in the middle of a group of people waiting for a bus, but NO ONE attempted to help me or come to my rescue, they just let that person choke me and leave me for dead. I struggled to my feet, and only weighing about 65 lbs., struggled to standup, and saw my attacker still standing looking down at me from the hilltop. He was, of course, never caught and probably went on to kill someone else, noticing how easy it was, and put another notch in his belt after receiving support from the people around him as he bragged to his friends.
What a shocking experience for a 10-year-old. I am now 78 years old, and I remember the experience as if it happened an hour ago. I remember him and the clothes he was wearing. One thing this incident taught me is awareness. Awareness of the people around me and awareness of my surroundings. It has not enhanced my trust of others, but dependability of my own actions and awareness. The older I get, the more fearful I am of going outside. As we age, we become more timid, less able to protect ourselves from dangerous occurrences. Therefore, the elderly become imprisoned in their homes fearful of the dangers out in the streets because of the people now out there now making others fearful of any stranger’s next move.
We must speak up, put the truth out there for ourselves, friends, and family. Yes, all this takes time and money, but we need to start somewhere, and enough money is wasted on keeping the kids out of trouble…some money needs to be spent on getting them off the streets.
Await your reply.
Thank you.
Lee
Hopefully, the newsmedia, in New York City, will pickup the letter, above I am sending them, and let the people know we care about every person, not the groups injured or killed by people out on the streets. Most New Yorkers care about everyone, but are afraid of repercussions from the offenders.
Thank you.
Thank you Geraldine. Your comment is greatly appreciated. I will be posting more and more articles on this blog. I am just getting over surgery and as soon as I am back, I’ll be posting. I am responding to any emails I receive from readers. People can post comments on the website of write me personally at LeeChristineRoman@RomanMusings.com.
Again, thank you.
Hello Geraldine,
I apologize for the unforgivable length of time that has passed before I wrote you. I really appreciate your remarks. I took ill for several months but I AM BACK! The publishing of my books will hopefully be completed by the end of December.
I am thrilled that you like my website. I’m an upfront writer, so to say. I’ll never bore you with paragraphs of “zero” input. I figure that if I refuse to read BS, my readers certainly would resent it if I filled my notes with BS.
My intention is to publish a minimum of one web page a week with little insightful thoughts.
Please let me know if you are interested in anything off the top of my head, or if you are interested in writing and publishing information.
Here’s one of my favorite poems:
FINAL STEPS
She eased into her senior years,
Reaching out for the final goodbye,
Who is left to assist her,
Over the last threshold of life?