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In my old age I  have fulfilled my lifelong dreams to write about my experiences. I now have a trilogy of published memoirs which show how life repeats itself.
 
Now my ambition is to share those writings with today’s readers, because reading about my early problems can help people cope with their own.
 
I know you will enjoy reading about the events of my life and want to talk about  my books to others.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Once again the days  are slipping by without new blogs in them. When nobody seems to be reading them it's easy to become discouraged. But I will try to persevere in the hopes that someone will relate to my efforts to join this new global society. Just now I am nursing a bruised shoulder and my growing unstable legs. My daughter scolds me for not using my walker more. I know she is just trying to keep me from falling down, but I can't help  trying to hold on to the remaining scraps of independence. Apparently I am not going "gentle into that good night."

Now I must turn away from  my daily conflict  with my computer and try to Skype with a friend in Israel      -- I must admit that my ill temper with the machine does not keep me from being grateful for its daily miracles -- Pax

Saturday, May 18, 2013

TO THE DEVIL WITH "READ ONLYS"

For two days now I have been struggling with this heinous program, wasting hours and hours, when all I wanted to do was download or print out a new roster of our HCW club membership. Whoever devised this inscrutable complicaton and inserted it into  computers to bedevil the lives of simple souls like me should be  transported into a complex maze in which he can wander forever. What earthly use can a rad-only be,  anyway?
I suppose there must be some subtle purpose for it somewhere. But why can't it be optional, at least? It wastes the time I could spend in friendly chat rooms and makes me throw up my hands in despair and turn my back on what was supposed to be a user-friendly computer.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

FUTURE USES OF THE PAST

Because of my strong feeling that offering our own histories to today's readers will give them wiser perspectives on bettering their own lives, I have written three memoirs of my experiences in the most critical periods of the past century.

 As the country -- in fact the world -- stands teetering on the brink, trying to escape another major slump, my tales of living through the Great Depression of the Thirties becomes more and more pertinent. That was in my student days, when we learned a hundred ways of surviving -- even enjoying -- life with much  ingenuity but little cash.

 Now we become maudlin over old memories of dates spent on the Hudson River on summer evenings, when the ferry to New Jersey cost a nickel, no matter how many times you crossed. Or how we could see a Broadway matinee -- and lunch for a total of $1.05. Them were the days, as Archie used to say.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Had a lovely day yesterday. My writers' group (HCW) held their annual Book Awards party, and it was a  roaring success. Many members dressed up in fantastic costumes and awards were given in eight categories. I got one for my third memoir, The Whirligig of Time. Many kind and flattering speeches were made and I felt wonderfully cherished and even  admired -- nothing like it to perk up a threadbare ego. What a great spirit pervades this fellowship -- women and men; old, young and in between; natives and immigrants -- all imbued with a passion to string words together into ideas and feelings to share with each other and the world. Our second and fourth Thursday mornings together are precious to me; they warm my spirit. VIVA HCW!

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

COMPUTER WOES

Another morning wasted with computer glitches. No wonder I get discouraged ,  and throw up my hands in disgust. It's supposed to be so much easier to communicate now, but when I typed on my old trusty Royal, or even the electric IBM, at least the words stayed where you put them. This is my second try at today's Blog. The first one suddenly disappeared when halfway done. You never know when you might inadvertently push a button that control something lethal.

It may well be that these sudden outbursts of temperament had a big role in my repeated neglects of the network connections I had established. Even a new computer, which  I hoped would be easier to conquer, has only created new frustrations.

Well now that I've got my grumble off my chest, I might do better tomorrow. Today, time has run out. The other parts of my life demand me. At least I'm showing up.

Monday, May 6, 2013

RAINY THOUGHTS

After three days of rain, it's hard to think of cheerful thoughts to blog about. People are posting pictures of flooded  roads and rivers even here in our mountains.  where I'd never thought I'd see them.
With daily disasters shown on the news, my own problems seem very small by comparison. Yet while I live I must concentrate on how to get people to read my books, into which I put my life and experiences under so many stresses, and which I want to share with the world.
I'm reading others' stories and beginning to realize that everybody has a story to tell, and the help it gives others to share them -- how that gives us a deeper perspective ou own living. So I'm hoping I won't give up this time, but keep on blogging about my Russian childhood during the early years of the revolution, my college love story in the Great Depression years, and my fractured life during World War II.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Am I the oldest person who ever wrote a blog? Most probably not. I will be 99 on my next birthday in October, but it's amazing how many of us nonagenarians there are in the world today. The question is, why should all the younger people read what we write in our blogs? Reading our stories might help them understand how their world got the way it is now.  The memoirs that I wrote in the past ten years tell about my life during three of the most critical periods of the last century. They are described in my website:  norapercival.com.