I've found already the "idea" of blogging seems much easier than the reality. So many questions to consider. Should there be a theme? Should it be random historical stories about New England? Should it be about record collections, or should I use those decades of Confidential Chat columns I have? Maybe I should just wing it and do a little of everything? How often should I blog, once a week, once a month? Certainly not everyday, that is for sure. And then the biggest question of all...what should the very first blog post be...? So much pressure!
I'm not exactly unaccustomed to the pressure of deadlines & topics; it's just been a while. I wrote many human interest & history articles for WindhamLife Magazine, sadly, a now obsolete publication. A couple of my favorites included the experience of hot air ballooning. A truly awesome memory despite my intense fear of heights. Then there was the story about the infestation of bats in some old buildings. I actually climbed in to the steeple of the oldest local church choking back the stench, ducking a few little creatures as we disrupted their daily sleep pattern, and praying the other twelve hundred bats surrounding me would not wake up.
I've never considered myself "adventurous" but perhaps I am in some weird way. Weird being the key word here, although I prefer "unique". Sometimes it's not enough to spend hours in libraries or archive facilities, sometimes you have to get out there. I stroll through old cemeteries, crawl into the woods amid the snakes and bugs to find those elusive family stones, and am not beyond doing a little ghost hunting on the lands of an ancestor's tragic end. While the latter is not "proof" it certainly makes the stories more fun.
There is something about walking on the same land as those ancestors who lived 350 years before. I find comforting. It's almost as if I connect to my beginning each and every time. Sometimes I wish I was part of those families who have had the same house & farm for centuries, but then where would be the adventure in that? Although, come to think of it, I'd probably be found in the attic & eaves or tearing apart floor boards & walls in the hunt for historical treasures. Today, I'll just appreciate most of my paternal ancestors lived right here in New Hampshire & Massachusetts for nearly 400 years, and I am still smack in the heart of it. Which means nearly every road I travel, I am surrounded not only by my own today, history and life, but theirs.
It's really mind boggling when you think about how many centuries of couples, how many individuals, events & decisions it took for each and everyone of us to be here. I wish I could channel their stories and interview each and everyone of them, but I suppose that will have to wait until crossing over...THAT would be an awesome blog though wouldn't it? Maybe someday I'll blog about the mysterious "hints" I've received over the years...and then proved them to be true....but not today.
Well there it is, a winged it introduction to me...until next week -
Live & cherish the moment while exploring the past!
Amylynne (Baker) Murphy