It’s hard to believe that Labor Day weekend is already here. Another summer slipping away. The garden that was just a baby a few short months ago is well into its productivity stage and on the fast track to the compost heap.
Time flies by so quickly. Why is it that times passes much faster as an adult than it did as a child?
I have a theory about that, probably derived from what I’ve heard elsewhere. When you’re 10 years old, much of what you do and learn is new and fresh. You soak it up like a sponge. Plus, that 10th year represents 10 percent of your life so far. When you’re 50, you don’t soak up as much as easily. Plus, that year represents just 2 percent of your life. You’ve got 49 other years of memories competing for essentially the same brain space. That’s why it’s sometimes easier to remember what you ate at Aunt Harriette’s half a century ago than it is to remember what you had for lunch last Tuesday.
Fortunately for you and your ancestors, you don’t rely on your memory alone. That’s why you’ve documented all the really important stuff from your lifetime, right? For a refresher, go back and review how to write your personal history.
Sadly, this summer has had its share of tragedies, like the Minnesota bridge collapse and Utah mining disaster, where the victims may be permanently entombed in the mountain where they perished. In a similar incident at the Sago mine in West Virginia in January 2006, several of the victims had time to write farewell notes to their families. These legacy letters were later recovered and will likely be shared with generations to come.