Amanuensis Monday: The Past Is A Foreign Land

The past is a foreign country, they do things differently there.

Leslie Poles Hartley The Go-Between (1953)

Reading my ancestors’ letters, receipts and scraps of daily life is like visiting a foreign country; their habits of mind, their notions of propriety, their concepts of God, country and family are all different.  Reviewing their lives throws my own habits and thoughts out of kilter.  Every time I lift my head from this stack of paper I return as if from a vacation.  I am different.  I see life with new eyes, hear family conversations with new ears–I am ready to live life with a flourish.  It is for this euphoria that I transcribe.  And in 2011 I hope to share letters in some sort of order, such that a reader can feel the tug of that past, and  travel with me into that foreign land where they do things differently.

By Kay Strickland

I am a keeper of my family's lore, chasing after my ancestors' tales in south central New York, southwestern Pennsylvania and Southside Virginia. The stories and photographs that I share on this blog are my intellectual property. While I do my very best to provide well researched posts, I do not pretend to have reached genealogical proof standards. Therefore, much of this work is to generate conversation among interested parties. If you would like to share my work or my records, please contact me: dkaysdays (at) gmail (dot) com.

3 replies on “Amanuensis Monday: The Past Is A Foreign Land”

Oh, to have old letters to transcribe, to be able to go to my own ancestors’ past! I have precious few letters written by those who have just recently passed away. I guess I will come and enjoy the foreign land of your ancestors and perhaps, find a past that my ancestors could have inhabited. Happy New Year.

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