From the minimal number of blogs I have read it seems to me that as a blogger you need to have a philosophy. Most are self-promotion; they have a course to sell or a book or something to talk about. Nothing wrong with that, but sometimes it gets out of hand.
We have a twitter account, this is for another website we have. I followed a guy who does nutrition. I got about 150 tweets, so I said “Hang about, chum. Can you give me a rest for 10 minutes?” He then sent me another 39 (I counted). He went to the bin straight away.
That sums up my philosophy; I don’t bombard people with all sorts of advertising stuff so I don’t want hassle in return. Comment and criticism is fine but all the self-promotion is annoying. And since you asked that brings me to the reason for this website.
Being quite ancient myself, in 2006 I was thinking about an uncle of my then wife – c1961!!! He was an exceptional guy and lived in California although I first met him in Montreal. I have written about him somewhere on this site so I will try not to contradict myself.
During World War II he was a gunner in a Lancaster Bomber and the experience left him white-haired. He would seldom talk about these experiences but on a couple of occasions, after a few drinks, he told me about the exhilaration of the fighting; the fear and loneliness during the waiting period while flying to their target for the night.
He was also an ex boxer, and that had quite a history. Raconteur; travelled across the States in a trailer many times, with his wife, children and dogs; mainly worked as a manager for garages; well-known in Oregon (I think) for his radio interviews and so forth.
What I am clumsily trying to say is that he was a good family guy, well liked and full of stories he had lived. Then he died through a tragic accident and to my knowledge apart from a daughter, his life-story has disappeared.
That doesn’t matter much, if at all, to most people. But it matters to those who knew him and probably never realized much of what he had lived through. I thought about my own life, tried to recollect experiences and found that sometimes I got my years mixed up, zones confused, names forgotten and much more.
So in 2006 I put together a format for the site, had it built and then left it for 5 years! But it’s here now, not perfect but with the help of readers it can only get better.
When thinking about my own life I realized just how fragile recollections can be, particularly when they go back several decades. I hope that people will use this site to record their own experiences before they too, become ancient, extinct even!
We have a twitter account, this is for another website we have. I followed a guy who does nutrition. I got about 150 tweets, so I said “Hang about, chum. Can you give me a rest for 10 minutes?” He then sent me another 39 (I counted). He went to the bin straight away.
That sums up my philosophy; I don’t bombard people with all sorts of advertising stuff so I don’t want hassle in return. Comment and criticism is fine but all the self-promotion is annoying. And since you asked that brings me to the reason for this website.
Being quite ancient myself, in 2006 I was thinking about an uncle of my then wife – c1961!!! He was an exceptional guy and lived in California although I first met him in Montreal. I have written about him somewhere on this site so I will try not to contradict myself.
During World War II he was a gunner in a Lancaster Bomber and the experience left him white-haired. He would seldom talk about these experiences but on a couple of occasions, after a few drinks, he told me about the exhilaration of the fighting; the fear and loneliness during the waiting period while flying to their target for the night.
He was also an ex boxer, and that had quite a history. Raconteur; travelled across the States in a trailer many times, with his wife, children and dogs; mainly worked as a manager for garages; well-known in Oregon (I think) for his radio interviews and so forth.
What I am clumsily trying to say is that he was a good family guy, well liked and full of stories he had lived. Then he died through a tragic accident and to my knowledge apart from a daughter, his life-story has disappeared.
That doesn’t matter much, if at all, to most people. But it matters to those who knew him and probably never realized much of what he had lived through. I thought about my own life, tried to recollect experiences and found that sometimes I got my years mixed up, zones confused, names forgotten and much more.
So in 2006 I put together a format for the site, had it built and then left it for 5 years! But it’s here now, not perfect but with the help of readers it can only get better.
When thinking about my own life I realized just how fragile recollections can be, particularly when they go back several decades. I hope that people will use this site to record their own experiences before they too, become ancient, extinct even!
