Monday, November 29, 2021

Words from Lucy's Past

STACY IGEL: Thank you Old Journals and Best Friends
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 When the town’s beloved, elderly, and feisty Lucy Powell died suddenly at age 95, all wondered how to peer into her belongings.  

Miss Powell had no relatives yet alive and no family to inherit a lifetime of her history.  Her family was her community and friends.

Slowly, close friends began to assimilate bits of China, old books, quilts, and other items into their own homes.  That was when the diary was discovered. Who should take it?  Who should even open it?

A diary can paint a picture of unrequited love with hearts broken, hearts renewed, and love lost then found. Finding a worn diary, fringed from fingers turning pages over decades, awed all who gathered around.

Finally, Old Ms Alda Franklin stepped forward.  I will take it.  She and I shared so many memories… All agreed.
 
When Alda finally settled down into her rocker with a cup of tea, she opened the cover and began reading each page. She chuckled, cried, gasped, and sighed until she read the last page:
 
My life had meaning and gave me reason to exist.  Touching others, being kind and generous, loving those who are unloved: that is the essence of life.
   
To all who turn these pages: Go!  Make your life count! 

 Journals paint lives in ways that simple words cannot. When we moved, I unpacked 10 complete diaries and a few not so complete. The bold underlined words are from Wednesday Words, 2015.  Delores started this challenge for bloggers to try other genres.
 

 

24 comments:

  1. Very inspirational! I was hoping for something steamier though. Wicked of me, I know.

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  2. At least it made her laugh. The old diary could have said some not nice things about her "friends".

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  3. What a good and important message from Lucy Powell.

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  4. When i my final journey take,
    Throw my journal in the lake!

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    1. I say that about love letters from my husband.

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  5. My blog is my journal and I print it out every year. I have 13 books so far and God only knows who will actually want those in my family. However, you really can find out about folks even if they only write a few entries. Once I had a journal lesson and the journal we viewed only had one page, However we could feel that person's personality. I wish I had diaries or journals from past relatives. I actually have my diary from when I was 12-16...not very steamy but very much a teenager's thoughts. I'm sure my kids will enjoy that one more than my blog books!

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    1. Thank you so much. I have been blogging since 2010, and look at my writing as a journal in its own right. Plans are to collate them in a book or whatever.

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  6. I've never had a journal, I don't think I'd write anything worth reading after I die.

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    1. Recording what happened in one's life is such a gift to those we love.

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  7. What an awesome sentiment! It's funny how we can learn so much from the written word.

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    1. It is so amazing so pick up an old book and see bits of history.

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  8. A perfect sentiment. Why did they not think to pace the diary in the town's library so all could share in her life?

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    1. That would be an idea. If I was written about there, I might object.

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  9. I used to journal constantly. Now it seems like the blog is the journal. Many of mine were destroyed when the basement flooded -- and that might be a good thing! A lot of angst in there! But I recently found my grandmother's journals -- about 20 years of them. They are my treasures.

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  10. Happiness is like a clear lake without ripples. She must have had a fulfilling life.

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    1. I believe she was appreciated by her community.

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  11. I love this image you've chosen so much! ...Almost as much as Miss Lucy's story.

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Go ahead...it won' t hurt...I'd love to hear what you think!