Thousands of mornings

My dad has been thinking about starting a blog for quite a while, as a place to air his thoughts on various topics and to share some of the things that have happened throughout his life.

The post below is the first one on his blog and will, I hope, be the first of many.

Bennet McInnes

It was a frosty morning at the end of January 2012.  An old man sat comfortably in his house, with a mug of tea in his hand.  As he looked out over the white roofs of the houses nearby, he thought about how many mornings he had experienced in his life so far.  A rough calculation showed that the number had already passed thirty thousand.  He was relieved that he did not have detailed memories of all these mornings, but he knew that they had all happened, and that the events of the thirty thousand days that followed them had been woven into the tapestry of his life.

What was his earliest memory?  He had seen photographs of himself as a toddler, including one taken in a photographer’s studio where he was standing with his hands on a small stool, possibly because he would have fallen over without its support. …

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8 thoughts on “Thousands of mornings

  1. I think it’s wonderful that your dad is writing down his memories. I wish my dad would! I’ve pestered him so many times about it, but I don’t think he likes “going back there.” Anyway, your dad’s post is lovely. I can see that your family has a writing gene!

  2. I was thinking the same thing about the writing gene running in your family. Perhaps your mother would be happier dictating memories? Then you could type them out! It would be fascinating to juxtapose their thoughts on what is most important, turning points, etc. I really enjoyed your Dad’s first post.

    • I’ve given her a book which is full of questions designed to trigger reminiscences. There are blank pages for the answers and she has filled some of it in. I hope she’ll do the rest as well, but perhaps dictation is a better idea. I suspect their memories of early married life might be quite different from each other.

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