Legacy

I can’t remember where but a few weeks ago I read something that I’ve been thinking about on and off ever since. It said that in the future our descendants won’t need to employ traditional genalogy techniques to learn about us. Because what they know about us will be from our facebook posts, tweets, and blogs.

I like that idea because it means that potentially (should it turn out to be true) it means those in the future will know a lot more about my past then I will tell them. And they’ll know more about me than I do my own ancestors.

I knew all of my grandparents and saw three of the four regularly until they died. It’s been years but I still miss them dearly. I have memories of time we spent together and of some stories from before I was born that they shared.

I never met any of my great grandparents and really I know very little about them. Sometimes I hear the stories and I think that I want to know more. Or I remember a time with Grandad or with Nanny (my mums parents who were divorced for most of my life and I have few memories of them together) or with Gran and Grandad (my Dads parents) and I suddenly wish I could ask them why was… Or what happened next?

That’s partly why I kinda like the idea of my Internet postings as my legacy. Because its my words and my experiences told my way. Future generations probably will know us in a whole new way than before. As a disabled person it’s probably extra relevant. I think we’re in a time of big upheaval and change in the disability movement and whilst its looking bad short term, in the long term it could go either way. I suspect with the Internet as an archive or legacy the saying “history is written by the victors” will cease to have quite as much meaning or power.

But it’s also making me think more about what I do post. The way I blog has been changing over the past year or so. My boundaries and what I feel comfortable sharing have altered a lot. In part that’s because I’ve changed but the changing dynamic of the Internet and online community has played a role too. I feel I post more about what I’m thinking than what I’m doing now. But at the same time whilst guarded some of it is more personal, more open. That was happening before I heard the legacy quote. It just gave me an understanding to my thinking I’d maybe been missing before and brought another aspect to it.

If my great great great granddaughter knew nothing about me but the contents of one tweet do I want it to be the fact my arm itches right now? So I am trying to perhaps think again before tweeting or facebooking or blogging and share what is really important to me first.

That doesn’t mean that all the silly and random stuff I post is going. Because sometimes I’m still gonna want to share that silly joke I heard or that I had pizza for tea.

>And now for something completely different…

>Just thought that this was worth sharing… Will be back later, probably.

Accept that some days you’re the pigeon,
and some days you’re the statue.


Always keep your words soft and sweet,
just in case you have to eat them.


Always read stuff that will make you look
good if you die in the middle of it.


Drive carefully. It’s not only cars that
can be recalled by their maker.


Eat a live toad in the morning and nothing
worse will happen to you for the rest of the day.


If you can’t be kind, at least have the
decency to be vague.


If you lend someone £20, and never see
that person again, it was probably worth it.


It may be that your sole purpose in life
is simply to serve as a warning to others.


Never buy a car you can’t push.

Never put both feet in your mouth at the
same time, because then you don’t
have a leg to stand on.


Nobody cares if you can’t dance well.
Just get up and dance.


The early worm gets eaten by the bird,
so sleep late.


When every thing’s coming your way,
you’re in the wrong lane.


Birthdays are good for you; the more
you have, the longer you live.


Ever notice that the people who are late
are often much jollier than the people
who have to wait for them?


If ignorance is bliss, why aren’t
more people happy?


You may be only one person in the world,
but you may also be the world to one person.


Some mistakes are too much fun
to only make once.


Don’t cry because it’s over;
smile because it happened.


We could learn a lot from crayons:
some are sharp, some are pretty, some
are dull, some have weird names, and
all are different colors but they all
have to learn to live in the same box.


A truly happy person is one who can
enjoy the scenery on a detour.


Happiness comes through doors you
didn’t even know you left open.


Have an awesome day, and know that
someone has thought about you today….