January 24, 2013
Over a year ago, when fighting bad dreams induced by murderous true-crime novels, I started re-reading the “Anne of Green Gables” series. Typically a lot of non-fiction makes it on to my reading list. Though not always of the murderous variety — I leave that to fiction. In most non-fiction there is a point when the author talks about researching at a library. Reading old letters written between friends, lovers, business partnerships. Paper and handwriting, books that are falling apart. Yup, they are all there.
Anne writes letters, papers, assignments, fanciful stories on scraps of wrapping paper. “Anne of Windy Poplars” has entire chapters of letters. Being a romantic I am positive she kept most of them. Tied up with ribbon, set in a box, at the bottom of trunk; she left them for someone, someday to discover. Did all of these people, did Anne, know that they were saving history? Do we?
I’ve decided that in the future there will be a library of computer that will store all of the typed documents, emails, notes, and blogs of the past. Employees will be specialists in maintaining C++, or Atari so that files of old can help the researchers and story-tellers. Getting in will require applications and special passes. It will be the most desired archives. Because only here will be the history of that which was written down.
Yesterday ,I thought of you all fondly and how I was letting you down. How perhaps, you were hoping and waiting for a post. I thought a lot about technology. Yesterday, I was bested by technology. From the internet to call centers to old computers and older wireless routers. Yesterday, I had to figure out another way to get together a photograph and the written word. I remembered about the Plum Danish I made and added to the media library as a just in case. It was inspired by Marilla’s plum preserves and Miss Lavendar’s baking sprees with Charlotta the Fourth.
I must run back to work now, but I wanted to send you all this quick letter. I hope you are all doing well. All the best to you and yours,