"In his domestic administration my father had this system . . . to keep a journal and insert in it all occurrences of any note . . . A record very pleasant to look at when time begins to efface the memory of events, and very well suited to get us out of perplexity: When was such and such a thing begun? When completed? What retinues came? How long did they stay? Our trips, our absences; marriages; deaths; the receipt of happy or unhappy news . . . An ancient custom, which I think it would be good to revive, each man in each man's home. And I think I am a fool to have neglected it." (Montaigne, Book I, Essay 35 (publ. 1580))

Monday, September 02, 2013

September 2

Thinking a lot about Mary today (would have been her 49th birthday).  What a loss, she pretty clearly was something special.

This is one of my very-favorite photos: a so-young Mary is helping her Grandpa Bormann in the
potato patch in the garden at our home.  Those two really got along with each other.
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