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Well, another year has waned and died, and I find myself muttering the same old clichés and banalities that my relatives did, ("Where did the time go?") when they seemed so antediluvian, though they were, in fact, younger than I am now.
Typically, I wanted more; I wanted to understand what happened and when things happened. You see, I was the curator of my memories from the moment I was old enough to have memories. People thought my behavior rather odd; I didn't want baseball shoes, after all; I wanted scrapbooks with photographs that were awaiting the complete biographical details only I was interested in adding.
I was the boy who wanted to know, "Who's that?" when presented with a photograph of a long dead distant cousin. I felt responsible for ensuring she was always remembered, and received her just position on the family tree. Yes, I felt responsible for keeping her alive, her memory green. And so while others of my Baby Boomer generation cavorted and indulged themselves in ways not yet completely acknowledged, I thought about who, where, why; what's it all about, Alfie?
Maybe I was just a tad unusual for, say, a 12 year old. But someone had to do the work, for memories -- and the people who provided the memories -- died.
And that tormented me. I was a child of the light and had no intention to give it up without a fight, exploring every alternative Maybe that is one reason I write so much, each word, every story and book a red rocket shot into the dark forever. "Mayday! Mayday!" No, I shall not go gentle...
Internet Advent.
The advent of the Internet provided the greatest possible tool for me. I could find people fast, accurately, and in superb detail. And so I expanded my researches beyond my relatives of Lant, Marshall, Lauing, Burgess, and all the others.
.
I began (with the help of a great prince) to collect the photographs -- always autographed -- from the myriad of European royalties. Just because they had worn ribands and coronets didn't excuse them from the invidious obliteration affecting commoners.
They were all disintegrating together. This alarmed me, alarmed and frightened me. To the greatest extent possible I would fight back and keep my
pied-a-tier in the light. This is why I wrote this e-book, and why I urge you to write one for yourself with the help of the writing experts at
www.drjeffreylant.com
But, first, read this book, a succinct read in just 3 chapters. Your eyes may tear; your brain will surely pop with one idea after another, and most of
all you will discover yourself... that most difficult, demanding process involving careful thought and consideration. However, as I can assure you, it will be the greatest journey of your life, keeping you alive; remembered in the sun that never sets.
Dr. Jeffrey Lant
in the Blue Room
Cambridge, Massachusetts
January 13, 2016
Chapter One Three Score and Nine
Chapter Two "Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life..."
Thoughts on turning 65 February 16, 2012 and my most memorable birthday.
Chapter Three. 'Nobody wants you when you’re old and gray." On the matter of turning 65... and other outrages.
Brought to you with pride by Writers Secrets www.drjeffreylant.com
Where your most poignant memories are our most important business.
Typically, I wanted more; I wanted to understand what happened and when things happened. You see, I was the curator of my memories from the moment I was old enough to have memories. People thought my behavior rather odd; I didn't want baseball shoes, after all; I wanted scrapbooks with photographs that were awaiting the complete biographical details only I was interested in adding.
I was the boy who wanted to know, "Who's that?" when presented with a photograph of a long dead distant cousin. I felt responsible for ensuring she was always remembered, and received her just position on the family tree. Yes, I felt responsible for keeping her alive, her memory green. And so while others of my Baby Boomer generation cavorted and indulged themselves in ways not yet completely acknowledged, I thought about who, where, why; what's it all about, Alfie?
Maybe I was just a tad unusual for, say, a 12 year old. But someone had to do the work, for memories -- and the people who provided the memories -- died.
And that tormented me. I was a child of the light and had no intention to give it up without a fight, exploring every alternative Maybe that is one reason I write so much, each word, every story and book a red rocket shot into the dark forever. "Mayday! Mayday!" No, I shall not go gentle...
Internet Advent.
The advent of the Internet provided the greatest possible tool for me. I could find people fast, accurately, and in superb detail. And so I expanded my researches beyond my relatives of Lant, Marshall, Lauing, Burgess, and all the others.
.
I began (with the help of a great prince) to collect the photographs -- always autographed -- from the myriad of European royalties. Just because they had worn ribands and coronets didn't excuse them from the invidious obliteration affecting commoners.
They were all disintegrating together. This alarmed me, alarmed and frightened me. To the greatest extent possible I would fight back and keep my
pied-a-tier in the light. This is why I wrote this e-book, and why I urge you to write one for yourself with the help of the writing experts at
www.drjeffreylant.com
But, first, read this book, a succinct read in just 3 chapters. Your eyes may tear; your brain will surely pop with one idea after another, and most of
all you will discover yourself... that most difficult, demanding process involving careful thought and consideration. However, as I can assure you, it will be the greatest journey of your life, keeping you alive; remembered in the sun that never sets.
Dr. Jeffrey Lant
in the Blue Room
Cambridge, Massachusetts
January 13, 2016
Chapter One Three Score and Nine
Chapter Two "Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life..."
Thoughts on turning 65 February 16, 2012 and my most memorable birthday.
Chapter Three. 'Nobody wants you when you’re old and gray." On the matter of turning 65... and other outrages.
Brought to you with pride by Writers Secrets www.drjeffreylant.com
Where your most poignant memories are our most important business.