To steal a phrase from Neil Gaiman’s blog, I’ve been living the “unblogged life”.
It’s not that I don’t have stuff to blog about. I actually left our house renovation project for about 24 hours and took myself to the Eastern Shore to work on the oral history project. I’d been trying to get there for weeks – between my husband’s surgery, my mother’s surgery, the end-of-the-year-stress in a household of students & teachers, and now the house itself in the turmoil of plastering and scraping and caulking and painting and the displacing of furniture – phew, it’s been hard to pull away.
Isn’t this photo great? This is my grandmother’s brother Tom as a teenager – looking proud, and young, behind the wheel of what is probably a Model T Ford. Our guess is that he’s about 18 years old here – so this would be about 1919 – but it could be earlier. I’m working on another blog for the oral history project. Sometime in July I’ll start posting an excerpt a week from the interviews, hopefully full of pictures like this one. This guy didn’t want to be a farmer – can you tell? He wanted to “go places, to live in town.” His father told him he’d be hungry … his son says that sometimes they were, especially during the Depression.
What do I want this blog to be? That’s the question – it started out as a professional blog, but I don’t know if that’s what it will remain. I’d like to write more about my life as PirateMom – the writer, the mother and wife, the teacher, the country-girl-turned-city-dweller – the one who careens around Richmond, Virginia, in her aging Saturn station wagon with an 80-pound lab/hound mix riding shotgun and a precocious 8-year-old emoting in the back seat. Doesn’t that sound like fun?