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It happens to many of us.  You assist your aging parents in getting their affairs in order.  You help them sort out boxes, what to save, what to give to so and so, what to give to charity, and what to throw away.

This is what I was doing with my Mom for a few days last  June.

Neither of my parents are hoarders.  Though living room, dining room and bedrooms are cluttered, one can see the carpet, find ample places to sit, etc. there are boxes and boxes of things saved.  The accumulated life of two people who have lived in the same location for 47 years.  

They are packrats.  Their life, growing up in the Great Depression, in German, never waste households, would have them be.

But things need to be sorted, because their lives and needs are changing.  So I brought three boxes out to the living room where my mother was.  Three boxes to sort through.  Three boxes whose contents had been forgotten.

One box contained old bills and receipts and interestingly enough my checkbook cover that I used when I was 18 (1979).  It was a rearing unicorn on light brown sueded fabric.  How it got into that box, I'll never know, but I was delighted.  It is now in my purse, in use again!

One of the bills was from Mountain Bell with a notation that I owed my parents $19.08 for long distance calls.  I snagged it as something from the "olden days" to show my grandkids.

The second box held somethings that seem so trite and, in this day and age, somewhat maligned.  It, however, became an accidental time capsule.

It held old letters and Christmas/holiday cards from days long ago.  Some written and sent by people long passed.

I watched my Mom open and read every one.  

One was a letter I had written to her when I was away at college in Kansas in 1983.  We both remarked at how nice my penmanship was back then.  I now have that letter for that very reason.  "See there once was a time when people could read my handwriting!"

Another was a Christmas card from my Dad's sister, my Aunt "R".  She and my mother both traveled to Spain and Morocco together in the 70s.  It was some how fitting that this avid gardener would pass on the first day of Spring in 1999.  Mom sat for a while and remembered someone who didn't like her at first but over time would become her good friend.

We talked and remembered my aunt's hatred of the rubbery latex monster toys that were popular in the 60s and 70s.  At family get togethers one of my cousins (or even my sister or I) would get it into her lap just to watch her jump and scream.  It sounds cruel but she would always laugh, even her own kids were in on it.

We remembered how Aunt R would talk and talk and talk to Mom on the phone.  These often one sided chat session would many times last so long that if either my sister or me walked in, my Mom would motion to us to ring the front door bell.  Then my mother would beg off, telling my aunt that someone was at the front door, and they would have to pick up the conversation later.  Hey it wasn't a lie, there WAS someone at the front door.

We talked about her and remembered many things, which probably wouldn't have happened without that card.

She next found a card and letter from her older brother and his wife.  She read letter and lamented that she hadn't seen her brother in a while.  (They are a year apart.)  She hadn't been able to travel to her sister-in-law (his wife) funeral almost a year before.  She wondered if he was really going to be able to make it to her granddaughter's wedding, happening that next week.  He did.

And this went on for quite a while.  A pretty card remarked upon, a person, a time, a place, an experience, remembered, spoken of, maybe for the first time in years.  

The annual holiday letter, probably joked about years ago, now brought a smile, and memories.

That afternoon Mom went through every one in that box.  The box of 30 and 40 year old cards and letters.  Read, remembered and then, after serving this last service, put in the pile to be recycled.

I watched her and realized that in this digital age, we are not making these "accidental time capsules."  Very few of us send paper cards or even hand written letters.  We do much of it electronically, preferring the speed, and the saving of trees.

We might think that all this electronic communications will be fine and years from now if we want, will just stick the flash drive, etc. into it's port and be transported back.  That is, if in 30 - 40 years that is still accessible.

Do you currently have anything on your computer that reads any of these?

Thirty years from now, I hope that I am sitting on the sofa with a box of cards and letters to sort out.  A time when I can run my fingers over the design on the front, calling up a long distant memory, or read the signature of a long dead friend and smile remembering a joke or their face - something that I haven't thought of for years.

I know we dismiss holiday cards (Christmas, Hanukkah, Eid, Diwali, Solstice, etc.)  as a ritual from a by gone era, but maybe we shouldn't.  For in our future we will need queues to remember our past, and if we chose, to share the stories with another generation.

Send some holiday cards.  Save the ones you receive.

As an added bonus you'll will also be helping the Post Office.  

You might also want, if you write one of those status reports, a.k.a. "holiday letters," to educate people about the post office situation  . . .

You might even encourage them to send a few cards too.

Originally posted to Clytemnestra on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 07:58 PM PST.

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  •  I went through something similar this past Jan- (21+ / 0-)


    Dad wants to build a sauna/whirlpool in the basement.  In order to do that, things needed to be cleaned up a bit.  Ten years earlier, he had acquired industrial shelving and it covered the entire east wall of the basement - a good 30 feet.  And they were packed full of stuff from 45 years of marriage.  There was lots of other stuff in the basement.  

    Dad and I spent a couple of hours each week going through lots of stuff.  We didn't go through boxes that we knew what was in them for the first go round (the boxes of dishes from the kitchen when he decided it was time to use the good china all the time and needed the room - all the Christmas ornaments - too many memories with those right now - and this Sat would have been their 50th anniversary).  We're planning on making second and third passes through the boxes to weed things down.  He's given me some items, my sister some.  Lots went to the dump and/or goodwill.  Now, mind you.... there's still lots of 'stuff' in the house and memories!!!

  •  Much that once was, is lost, (16+ / 0-)

    for none now live who remember it.

    Sort of sums up . . . everything.

    I'm going through parent's stuff (they're both gone) and my own, and finding more in the way of relics and memories from fifty years ago than from five.  So much, so nearly everything, is "virtualized" now, instantly disposable, void of meaning.

    I wonder if it is a worthwhile way to live one's life . . .

    Fake Left, Drive Right . . . not my idea of a Democrat . . .

    by Deward Hastings on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 08:34:30 PM PST

  •  My time is coming... (9+ / 0-)

    soon to do this with my parents also. I both dread and can't wait for it to happen.
    I hadn't been to my parents house in about 2 years until this last fall. Where once there was a beautifully decorated house maintained with love and pride, making sure everything it is just a mixed up cluttered feeling space.

    I know my paternal great grandparents family bible from Norway is in that pile and I can't read a word of the hand written notes amongst the pages.

  •  I remember sitting with my mother (9+ / 0-)

    after my father died, going through boxes of stuff that had belonged to his parents. (We also had a large box that his mother's parents had used to hold out-of-season clothing.)

    We never identified some of the people in the photos. But one of the photos was of a shorthorn cow named Collynie Belle. (It was labeled on the back.)

    (Is it time for the pitchforks and torches yet?)

    by PJEvans on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 08:43:10 PM PST

  •  Just commit it to email, facebook, or whatever. (12+ / 0-)

    It'll become immortal instantly, as all too many people have found to their sorrow.

    Having said that, I must also say that when my kids were young, I took a couple of "grab samples" of the contents of their rooms. Old shoes, toys, schoolwork, just whatever was randomly lying around there.

    I have also come into possession of a number of things from bygone days, though. A series of letters between my Mom's parents when they had been married less than a year, a series of letters from my mom to hers about my first year of life, a series of letters between my father's mother's mother and her brother Charlie who was a young cowboy in Texas in the early to mid 1890's and who died of being dragged by an unbroken horse in 1895. I knew all of those people except for Charlie, but I hadn't known them as young adults until reading those letters.

    And one last series, a collection of Bush family postcards sent to my parents by George and Barbara starting when my dad first became employed by the Zapata Offshore Oil Co in 1955. The one from 1955 was a photo print of little W in his suit with a younger brother and sister. It looks just like him, and by all accounts his brain hadn't changed all that much from back then either, lol.

    Moderation in most things.

    by billmosby on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 10:35:07 PM PST

    •  I just made the card I mentioned "permanent"... (12+ / 0-)

      By putting it on Flickr, and now here:


      Actually, he is with Jeb and Neil. All look like miniature versions of their current selves, I think.

      Moderation in most things.

      by billmosby on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 10:48:44 PM PST

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    •  it's still different. Don't underestimate the (7+ / 0-)

      tactile response in accessing memories.  Feeling that card in your hands is important.  Plus there is something about seeing handwriting from long ago, from a deceased loved one that has a magic all it's own

      and that's another diary (really it is)

      Bumper sticker seen on I-95; "Stop Socialism" my response: "Don't like socialism? GET OFF the Interstate highway!"

      by Clytemnestra on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 05:57:36 AM PST

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      •  Tactile memories cannot be duplicated by (3+ / 0-)
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        pixels on a screen.  And what if....all the pixel power gets lost?  Sure, they will still exist out in cyberspace.  What good is it if we can't get to them?

        I spent a good portion of last year going through boxes of 'stuff' from the last half century or more.  Tears and laughter, a few regrets, all irreplaceable.  

        You can't hold a pixel close to your heart.

        btw...I, too, had an Aunt R, who could talk the ears off a brass monkey!!  My mum did the same thing with the doorbell!  Happened all the time.

        We cannot call ourselves a civilised society if we refuse to protect the weakest among us.

        by The Marti on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 07:44:49 AM PST

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        •  maybe we had the same Aunt R LOL (3+ / 0-)
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          Bumper sticker seen on I-95; "Stop Socialism" my response: "Don't like socialism? GET OFF the Interstate highway!"

          by Clytemnestra on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 07:51:56 AM PST

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        •  In the end, entropy takes over, but (2+ / 0-)
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          for an individual you are right. At 63, I have begun to muse over the question of how long the memories I hold dear will be of even passing interest to people in the future. The answer continues to come up "not very long at all". I have had the opportunity to know about 6 generations of relatives at this point stretching from two great grandmothers born in the 1870s to my sister's grandchildren born in the 21st century.

          The phrase "Bill Mosby's great grandmother" is at most just a slot in a genealogy chart to the last two or three generations, and even that sister was ok with throwing out a lot of physical memorabilia of those ancestors because she barely remembered them herself. To her kids and grandkids those ancestors might as well be pictures in a museum or something.

          But I'm ok with it all, that's just the way things go. I'm saving the stuff for me, and uploading it for whatever part of posterity might find it of interest in some way.

          Moderation in most things.

          by billmosby on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 07:58:50 AM PST

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          •  depends on the person. (3+ / 0-)
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            I am "the memory" for two people.  My husband whose daily medication for a seizure disorder makes certain information hard for him to remember, and my sister.

            She was in a car accident in her late teens (a Vega and a Volvo met, the Vega lost) and suffered a head injury.  

            She lost most of the memories of her childhood.  I keep those memories for her and remind her.

            Three weeks ago I called my mother, she was just about to call me to ask about a ceramic doll she found.  I knew immediately the one she was referring to and described it to her:

            "It had a sort of green/blue dress and bonnet and a bad of flowers."

            She replied "Yes"

            I told her that it wasn't mine, but my sister's.  I have one exactly like it but the dress is pink.  Then I reminded my mother of the story of those two ceramic dolls - and they were purchased by both of us as a "sister thing."  

            I then called my sister and told her the whole story so she'd know why she might want to keep it.    She has kept it.

            I think in our family we are fortunate, among my sister and my kids (my sister never had kids) the interest in family stories and heirlooms is strong.

            Bumper sticker seen on I-95; "Stop Socialism" my response: "Don't like socialism? GET OFF the Interstate highway!"

            by Clytemnestra on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 08:11:29 AM PST

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          •  I understand, Bill. I'm in a similar situation, (1+ / 0-)
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            wondering to whom I leave the 'stuff' of memories.  And, who will care, since I'm one of a very few who remembers most of the people, places and things that make up all these memories.

            My answer?  I do it for me.  It would be nice to say that I'm doing it for posterity, but I'm more honest than that.  It's for me, my touchstone to parts of my life and heritage that are now part of the cosmos.  It's bittersweet, but so is much of life.

            Now, when we both become famous--or, in my case, notorious, all of our stuff will be worth bazillions to collectors!

            A girl can dream, can't she?


            We cannot call ourselves a civilised society if we refuse to protect the weakest among us.

            by The Marti on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 11:55:33 AM PST

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            •  Although the Bush Library has some of my dad's... (1+ / 0-)
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              memos, lol.

              Some of my father's interoffice memos etc got caught up in the GHW Bush Presidential Library files, along with payments for Bush's early '50s Plymouth, etc.

              Click here,  then just do a text search on "mosby"

              Poor man's ephemera becomes rich dude's ....well, ephemera, lol.

              Moderation in most things.

              by billmosby on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 12:06:50 PM PST

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          •  I'm comfortable with being entirely forgotten. (2+ / 0-)
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            Instructions for the end of my life indicate that no monument or marker of any kind is to be made of where my remains end up.  Certainly not a burial.  I don't really know where it's legal to get rid of ashes.  Throw them in the landfill for all I care, except that they probably have laws against that.

            It is sheer foolishness to believe that anything I do will mater 2 generations from now, especially when I have a life goal (not just whim or lack of certainty) to not produce any offspring, and won't therefore have a more directly involved family to remember me.  If parts of my remaining family want to plant a tree somewhere because they cling to the idea of permanence, they can do it, but I forbid them from marking it with some kind of sign bearing my name.  If I accomplish some unspeakably worthy work of art, that  that is worth remembering.  I'll consider it a miracle if it extends my virtual lifetime by even 25 years, though.

            There must be something wrong with my head, because I don't seem to have the same "immortality" impulse that so much of our Christian-influenced culture clings to.  I want to be annihilated upon death.  No rebirth, no immortality in some alternate world.  No soul, no disembodied consciousness, no scraps of memories.  Gone.  Finished.  As much as I enjoy my life, I hope that the end of my life will be a tiny instant of self-aware relief, and then nothing, no sentient being left to feel anything including relief.

            It seems an interesting point of most religions that they don't give you this choice.  They claim "You'll live forever, either in complete paradise or in eternal impossibly unbearable torment".  Or, they say you have to keep coming back to life until you conform to some cosmic sense of perfection.  Both seem oppressive to me.

            Why must there be completion of a life/soul in the form of salvation or perfection?  Can I not be satisfied with the death sentence of Jehovah because of my supposed sins, or satisfied that I will never reach realization of the illusion of reality?  Why can I not simply be lost to the world with all my imperfection?

            If Christianity of some form turns out to be correct, I hope for the Adventist view of the afterlife--that the "eternal" fires of hell are "eternal" in the sense that they last until their job is done--burning up the souls of the damned without leaving any trace.  If some kind of reincarnationist view of reality turns out to be correct, I'd hope that whatever deity or impersonal universal force governs the rebirth accounts for the desire of a conscious being to dispense with coming back to learn lessons, and accept lack of being and lack of union with the all-reality as an alternative.

            •  Science has found that the universe (1+ / 0-)
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              behaves as if it were a projection from a hologram, or at least science conjectures such. In such a weird place, I wouldn't place any bets on the nature of life itself, let alone an afterlife.

              The true nature of the universe, and of any god associated with it, may well turn out to be much stranger than anybody suspects.

              I like to amuse myself by ruminating on the implications of a system in which we are all god's pets. He/she/it kind of cares about us, but won't let us into the big house until we are well enough trained so as to not pee on the carpet. lol.

              That said, I often think of requesting the same treatment as you have outlined for yourself after death. Not sure why, exactly.

              Moderation in most things.

              by billmosby on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 07:28:29 PM PST

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  •  You make a good point. Obsolete data storage (7+ / 0-)

    will be data lost in years to come. Sometimes the old ways are best.

    "The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now do you begin to understand me?" ~Orwell, "1984"

    by Lily O Lady on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 10:46:19 PM PST

  •  Sweet. (4+ / 0-)

    I have too many time capsule macintoshes that can read 3.5 inch floppies. I haven't ditched them because I can't figure out how to archive the contents.

    Thump! Bang. Whack-boing. It's dub!

    by dadadata on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 03:45:04 AM PST

  •  I just did some of this (4+ / 0-)
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    over the long weekend, I'm a compulsive card-saver and my 24-year old daughter was determined to clean them all out to make room in the spare closet. After several hours sitting on the floor going through my boxes of old cards, we had laughed and reminisced a lot and she had made several piles: a small one to pitch, a large one to keep for herself, another large one of "mushy gushy" cards between her dad and myself that she couldn't bear to get rid of, a pile of letters and photos that she totally couldn't throw away, you get the idea.

    I didn't lose many cards in the process and she gained a lot of good stories and an understanding of why I hang onto them. It's exactly as you said; for the memories they invoke.

    •  this made me smile (3+ / 0-)
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      I'm glad!

      Bumper sticker seen on I-95; "Stop Socialism" my response: "Don't like socialism? GET OFF the Interstate highway!"

      by Clytemnestra on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 07:25:46 AM PST

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    •  I am a card-saver too (1+ / 0-)
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      and I treasure the hand-written notes in them from my grandmothers.  As I thumbed through them again recently I realized that one grandmother sent me the same birthday card three years in a row!  
      I remember she used to keep all of her writing supplies and calendar neatly stacked beside her chair in her living room, and as kids we were not allowed to fumble through them and get it all disorganized.  I can picture her looking at the calendar I gave her for Christmas (with roses on it because she loved roses), and seeing that my birthday was coming up, pulling out a card she thought was appropriate for me.  This one must have been very appropriate because she picked it out for me three years in a row!  I  miss her.

      “No, Governor Romney, corporations are not people.” ~ my new Senator Elizabeth Warren

      by Domestic Elf on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 02:01:01 PM PST

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  •  great diary (3+ / 0-)
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    You are lucky to have had that time to reminisce with your mother. My mom is still alive, and the process of sorting has begun, though barely a dent has been made.

    Unfortunately, she no longer remembers things reliably, and her eyesight is poor, so the old pictures remain unlabeled. They probably will stay that way, because all her siblings and other family members who'd be able to identify them, have died.

    There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast.

    by puzzled on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 07:35:55 AM PST

    •  keep trying . . . sometimes those old memories (2+ / 0-)
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      are the last to go.

      And even if she's not remembering the story exactly the way it happened, she still is accessing her memory, which is helping her in the long run.

      Bumper sticker seen on I-95; "Stop Socialism" my response: "Don't like socialism? GET OFF the Interstate highway!"

      by Clytemnestra on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 07:39:18 AM PST

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  •  I still insist on sending birthday an Christmas (2+ / 0-)
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    cards,in person at get togethers or "snail mail", but my nieces and nephews seem (sigh) addicted to e-mail cards, which can be cute but just don't have the same touch. Then again, I still prefer real books to the electronic ones.

    Ah, these kids with their hula hoops, 3-d movies, and the rock and roll music they seem to like so much.

    "A young man who wishes to remain a sound Atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. There are traps everywhere ". C. S. Lewis

    by TofG on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 07:44:52 AM PST

    •  I forgot one.. (1+ / 0-)
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      Then again, I still prefer real books to the electronic ones.
      Books, even new ones, have their own smell.  Libraries, bookstores and my spare room all have the same smell of wonder!

      ahem.  Had a hula hoop until the tree next door ate it!  And I think that whole rock and roll music thing is really gonna catch on someday!


      We cannot call ourselves a civilised society if we refuse to protect the weakest among us.

      by The Marti on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 07:50:14 AM PST

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    •  When we were prepping for Hurricane Sandy/ (0+ / 0-)

      Superstorm Sandy I remarked that with old "dead tree" books I didn't have to make sure they were fully charged so I'd have something to read if we lost power.

      I had to make sure my Kindle was charged.

      I've decided to keep the pulp fiction, political books, etc, in Kindle and classics, reference, cookbooks etc. in dead tree form.

      Bumper sticker seen on I-95; "Stop Socialism" my response: "Don't like socialism? GET OFF the Interstate highway!"

      by Clytemnestra on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 07:50:54 AM PST

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    •  I send all kinds of cards still, (1+ / 0-)
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      and nowadays people REALLY appreciate them because so few people do.

      As of this morning November 7, 2012 the Includers are ascendant, and the Excluders are in the minority. [samsoneyes]

      by FlamingoGrrl on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 04:53:00 PM PST

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  •  Usenet archives and internet archives (2+ / 0-)
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    are my time capsule.

    I post enough on various newsgroups and forums that there is a kind of history.

    I've even had some stories or articles I wrote saved by strangers and kept around decades later, to turn up in the strangest places.

    As for preserving memories, one of the advantages of cloud services is THEY are responsible for upgrading the storage of the content, rather than each individual.  There are still risks of a provider going out of business, but it isn't quite as bad as the "OMG, the only records are on floppy disks" would indicate.  (indeed the longevity of my long dead posts on long dead forums are an early form of "cloud" in a way, without even the benefit of an official "provider".

    Posting your video to Youtube is more likely to preserve the memory than saving the SIM chip or converting it to a paper medium.

    •  many of my usenet postings are no longer (0+ / 0-)

      there.  I've looked.  Even the first national/international newspaper article I was interviewed for back in the 90s is no longer available... again I've looked.

      But I still have the paper in a box upstairs.  And it's easier to find too.

      You miss the whole tactile and maybe olfactory experience in the electronic - which is useful and necessary when accessing memories.  Plus  there are people who don't want their memories on youtube.

      I heard those same arguments when our library was converting the card catalog to the computer.  I argued against doing it totally because if the servers went down our patrons would be screwed.

      They did, they were and then they kept a base card catalog available for those periods.

      It's not the same and I think the connection to everything in the electronic, our relationship to it, is different as well.

      Bumper sticker seen on I-95; "Stop Socialism" my response: "Don't like socialism? GET OFF the Interstate highway!"

      by Clytemnestra on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 08:02:09 AM PST

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  •  Enjoying your musical selections. (1+ / 0-)
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    "The extinction of the human race will come from its inability to EMOTIONALLY comprehend the exponential function." -- Edward Teller

    by lgmcp on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 09:56:17 AM PST

  •  Scan everything (1+ / 0-)
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    Digitize it, then every time there is new technology convert it.

    It takes some time, but it's worth it.

    Women create the entire labor force. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sympathy is the strongest instinct in human nature. - Charles Darwin

    by splashy on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 10:29:07 AM PST

  •  Now you know why I keep (1+ / 0-)
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    An old 5-1/4" floppy drive, as well as a 3.5" USB floppy drive & a couple of Zip drives. I've been in the Computer industry long enough to know about the problem of incompatible formats.

    On the other hand, I also own upwards of 1400 printed books, & several boxes full of family memorabilia. (Such as my grandfather's letters, which detail things like the time he drilled for oil in Western Montana. If you wonder why you've never heard of looking for oil in Western Montana, then you have a good idea of how well he did.)

    A true historian never relies on only one format for data retension.

  •  Great diary! (2+ / 0-)
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    Clytemnestra, Santa Susanna Kid

    My Mom was a great believer in cards, letters, and
    pictures with labels!  She died a couple of months ago
    at 82, and when I got to her house for the funeral,
    she had left several boxes with my name on them of
    letters I had written her as a child, lots of cards, and
    various memorabilia of my life.  It was very touching and
    so like her.  I felt her all over the house, and thanked
    her for the gift.  Some things are more precious than
    you could ever imagine, simply because someone kept
    them in love.

  •  Done that a few times now, USPS? (1+ / 0-)
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    I've done the clean-out a few times now. The best time was when I found some old books from my childhood buried in my Grandma's basement, in a dresser drawer. Heidi, the Bobsey Twins, Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys.

    And an old sketchbook with some of my HS art class drawings in it.

    Hey, about the USPS. I paid $12.95 for a TWO DAY supposedly Express Mail from Virginia to Philadelphia. TWO DAYS????????

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