If I really knew why I was doing this I probably wouldn’t have started. This is more a learning experience for me than anything else. As I stated in the introduction to this blog, I really don’t think most people care what we’re making for dinner tonight, or where we stopped for drinks the other night, although I do have social media friends who often post what they plan to cook for dinner every day or who check in at every watering hole they stop at in an evening.
I recently read a book called Borscht Belt Bungalows : Memories of Catskill Summers. Some of you may know that my grandparents owned a bungalow colony where I spent most of my summers when I was a kid, so the title of this book looked interesting to me. Of course, my grandparents’ bungalow colony wasn’t in the “Borscht Belt”, it was closer to the city and easier to reach that the ones mentioned in the book. What surprised me a little about the book was that some of the stories in the book really interested and delighted me while others bored me almost to tears. I was trying to figure out what the differences are, but it wasn’t obvious to me. What I think is the situation is that personal memories, telling of unique incidents or memories which were specific to the author and his family were not as interesting as those more universal incidents which had a larger impact. Of course, that wasn’t always the case, so I’m not sure what makes some personal memories more interesting than others. If anyone has any ideas about that, please post your comments here.
I’m thinking I should go to shorter, more frequent entries for this blog. I’ll see if I can do that, so come back and check for new posts regularly, or subscribe (if there is a way to do that).