When I started blogging it was about getting back into writing. I had just acquired das Boot, and fondly imagined my blog would be a mainly nautical one. But of course there was Cat, and there was Mother, both of whom had contributed to my decision to buy a boat in the first place. Fairly quickly they became my main subjects, and I slowly realised that I was writing a diary. That the blog had become a thinking place, a place where I tried to make sense of things that were going on, and to rant and rage about the things that frustrated and incensed me. There were laughs too. But with Mother, what I have now is a record of her decline, of Aunt’s and my attempts to support her, of our head banging against the brick walls of hospital administration, ignorance about dementia, understaffed schemes, lazy attitudes.
Yet, rereading what strikes me most is Mother. She was a source of great concern to us, yet somehow she is the good thread among all the difficulties. It’s good to have this record, it’s a real time one, not me looking back and putting her on a pedestal. Goodness knows, I had rows and run ins with Mother a plenty pre dementia, and she could be awkward and contrary.
So somehow this accidental log is precious. I need to get my old posts from MyT. But I wonder. Photos from MyT have vanished. At what point does WordPress decide that this blog is redundant? What if WordPress vanishes? Where are my records then? I wonder this partly as a family historian, but mainly because looking back over the posts about Mother has brought me some comfort and clarity, and I should like to know that even if I give up blogging tomorrow, I shall still be able to look at these entries in time to come.
Can anyone advise me?