WHERE DO MEMORIES GO

“I write because 

it's important for me to know,

who I am,

 and from where I came, 

 to acknowledge 

both the pain, 

and the joy, 

of my time spent .”

HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED?

Some of you reading this post may be visual artists, or writers, simply looking for material for an ongoing project, or for inspiration to continue your struggle to become artists.  All well and fine, take what you need, I'm quite willing to share. However, I wonder whether you've given any thought to what will happen to your work, your memories when you fade away, as we all will one day......

Memories

Have you ever wondered

where our memories go,

when we are old,

and go away.

Do memories simply fade away?

As we fade

slowly,

do our memories leave,

and find a place

secure in time,

or do they follow

our ascent

to a better time.

It’s sad to think

that memories made

with such a struggle,

laced with pain, 

and sorrow,

would simply be forgotten.

Memories made

should be cherished,

shared,

and preserved,

so that we,

and those before,

will never be forgotten.

EAS

There was a day, not so many years ago, that the gentry kept diaries, unknowingly archiving memories of not only daily life, but social and political events of the time in which they lived. Then, along came newspapers, and with reading and writing becoming universal, letter writing became commonplace. Letters received were often saved, and in this day and time, with the advent of technology have become relics of days past, valuable documents to be saved and cherished. The reason, of course is that letter writing, snail-mail as it is referred to, has become obsolete. Electronic mail, or email, itself has become outdated replaced by Facebook chatter and tweeting. A new language is being invented. Words are being sounded,  abbreviations, spelling ignored, of words that once filled dictionaries. The snapshot, selfies, have replaced words to describe experience. Reading and writing is no longer taught. You Tube and video have replaced books of instruction. The once importance of blogged experiences, is now fading. Graveyards, and headstones to remind us of our past, have been replaced by cremation. Death and funeral notices once posted in newspapers are at an end as newspapers, judged as obsolete, are being overtaken by online news. Communities, as such, are being broken by populations disjointed. We're abandoning our past for a future without purpose.

So, as you can see, there a problem afoot. Is Google our only hope? Will future generations stumble upon our moments, our visions, our thoughts. And what of Google, will it survive? I suppose that it's human to hope that we will be remembered......if only for a few moments, or at least until the relevancy of our being subsides.

Here are a few of my memories, pencil sketches of Algonquin Park..........Hopefully, Google will remember and speak to the relevance of my time spent helping to preserve and promote natural places of quiet solitude............