Historical Research in the Future

I was going through some boxes of family stuff over the weekend. Most of it was legal documents and letters. Lots of letters. So many letters that I doubt I will ever read them all. But the one thing that came through very clearly in the ones I did read was a picture of the times. Casual references to popular songs, news items, things bought or made. They painted a picture for me. My great aunt talked of all the canned fruit she and her mother (my great grandmother) had just put up. This was in the 40s, during WWII. She mentioned that she wanted to put up some pears, too, but that they were too expensive. It would be interesting to look up the price of pears back then to see how much they cost, which I could probably find out with a bit of Google searching. Dad mentioned a new song he liked by Xavier Cugat. A note from my great grandmother worried about Dad being posted overseas during the war—”What could he have possibly learned in a month of training that would make him qualified to fight a war?” My great grandmother died before I was born, but I felt I got to know her a little bit through these letters. All of my letter reading made me wonder what people in the future will do to discover us since people don’t write letters anymore. How will great granddaughters learn about their ancestors? Blogs have kind of taken over from diary writing. How will these musings be preserved? Will descendents go through a box of old...

Learning Something New

A coyote came by today. I watched it trot down the drive and disappear in the corner behind a tree near the fence. Since I couldn’t see it anymore I walked away from the window and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. When I returned, I moved the curtains aside to look out the window again to see if I could spot the coyote. It was right in front of the window, about 5-7 feet away. I startled it when I pushed the curtains aside and it jumped back and looked up at me with ice blue eyes. We stared at each other for about 10 seconds then it scampered away, out of sight. It looked young to me, not full grown. And I was started by the eye color. I thought coyotes had yellow or golden colored eyes, so I checked with Google. It turns out that young coyotes have blue eyes, and then they change to yellow, gold, or brown when they get older. Some adult coyotes have blue eyes, but it’s rare. The eye color confirmed that this was a young coyote. The photo I posted here is actually one I took last year. The one I saw today was about 3/4 ths this size. Not as furry and much skinnier. And a whole lot closer. After reading about coyotes, I thought how nice it was to learn something new. That’s the one thing I miss about getting older. Okay, not the only thing, but one of the things I miss—not going to school anymore. I liked learning. I hated tests, but I...

Learning Something New

A coyote came by today. I watched it trot down the drive and disappear in the corner behind a tree near the fence. Since I couldn’t see it anymore I walked away from the window and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. When I returned, I moved the curtains aside to look out the window again to see if I could spot the coyote. It was right in front of the window, about 5-7 feet away. I startled it when I pushed the curtains aside and it jumped back and looked up at me with ice blue eyes. We stared at each other for about 10 seconds then it scampered away, out of sight. It looked young to me, not full grown. And I was started by the eye color. I thought coyotes had yellow or golden colored eyes, so I checked with Google. It turns out that young coyotes have blue eyes, and then they change to yellow, gold, or brown when they get older. Some adult coyotes have blue eyes, but it’s rare. The eye color confirmed that this was a young coyote. The photo I posted here is actually one I took last year. The one I saw today was about 3/4 ths this size. Not as furry and much skinnier. And a whole lot closer. After reading about coyotes, I thought how nice it was to learn something new. That’s the one thing I miss about getting older. Okay, not the only thing, but one of the things I miss—not going to school anymore. I liked learning. I hated tests, but I...