You know someone is an amazing friend and person when not only do they send you a letter, but they include a bag of tea for you to drink while reading it! (Written on May 28, 2001 – in an ongoing journal of a very transitional period of my life. Can I even recall who blessed me with such a letter and pekoe treat? Not exactly though I hazard a guess…a blonde dynamite of a friend, encountered in Kamloops during my Bachelor of Ed training?)
Traditional letter-writing has, unfortunately for many, disappeared. The physical unfolding of paper and excitement as you strain to see what has been happening in someone else’s life…I momentarily considered, “what would I write in a letter to someone at this point in my life?” and then it dawned on me, almost as though I was a 300 year old woman who had never before seen a dial phone let alone a computer keyboard, that letter writing is what I am doing this very second. Each time I press the “submit” button on the blog site my little ‘letter of the day’ has been created…
Campbell Cork, the History of Holstein’s editor, penned with great pride in its introduction: “No longer must all this information be stored in heads, attics, and photo albums”. I adore that deduction. And it wasn’t really all that long ago that “the people’s history” was even considered history at all. What happened behind closed doors, or in women’s quarters, worthy to be classified as history? My B.A. in Women’s Studies sure ingrained the switch of the anthropological take on history (or “herstory”) from political arena to private domain as fresh, genuine, and necessary.
So I am apt to assume that Holstein must be then of importance at this point in my life as it lingers (explodes? ha ha) into a "mini-series" in this blog...
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