Viva La Past Post

posted in: Day In The Life 11
Joy in Concepción, Chile. Image: Camdiluv via Wikipedia.

 

Holy Easter Bunny! The readership hath spoken!

Verily, I say unto thee: I will not go back and edit past entries of the ol’ PG. At all. Ever. Except for glaring typos. And at least not until a Major Publisher wants to publish The PaperGirl Compendium Criterion Collection with an Introduction By Virginia Woolf.

Yes, almost without exception*, PaperGirl readers (a handsomer, delightful readership there never was) do not want me to tinker with the past. And that’s nice to know, partly because there is no time to go back and mess with history, but also because this log has been, for many years, a record of myself. One record, anyway: My diary holds another record; my essays another. My Instagram another. My email “Sent” list another. We all leave records all over the place; I keep a few extra going, just in case.

In the spirit of not monkeying with the past, however painful it might be to read, here are three old entries that I am not even going to glance at before linking you over. I know there are new readers who haven’t gone back and read the entire blog (what, you have better things to do??) so here’s a taste for you:

This post about seeing “Oklahoma!” at the Lyric Opera. (August, 2013)

This post, which I believe is the beginning of having my very own dream dog, Philip Larkin. (August 2013)

This post about yucky ice cream. (July, 2014)

Any typos? Any pre-AP-style guide moments? Any awkward grammar? Any weird stuff? It stays! It stays — and I ain’t going anywhere.

xo
Mary

 

*One nice lady, also a blogger, said that I should do what makes me happy. A sentiment in the same vein as everyone else, really, just said in a different way. 

11 Responses

  1. Cynthia Luke
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    Ms. Mary,

    Glad you are not going into the past look forward of the present and future. Your blogs are so interesting and glad you have them. Yes do what makes you happy .

  2. Colleen
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    Happy Easter ✝️

  3. Tami Von Zalez
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    The only time I go back and edit a post is if I have included an image that is no longer supported and have that grayed out notation. Course it is best if I use all of my own images.

    Glad I found your blog. Yours are my favorites of the quilting tutorials.

  4. HelenMarie Marshall
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    Just to let you know, I will soon be having a Chicago connection in our very own family! Our granddaughter Meredith Grace Marshall (Merry) has accepted and been accepted into the performing arts program at Chicago University (?) College (?). She is Boston born, Colorado (Boulder area) grown, and full of energy! She also has considered writing as a career (her mom has done copywriting for years). She would love your spirit as I do!

  5. Jo Chalk
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    Relax Mary, it’s Easter, hug everyone you can, eat lots of jelly beans, breath the spring air and most important praise God!

  6. Angela Clemons
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    Ha! “In the spirit of not monkeying around…” I see what you did there. Sock monkey…monkey. That’s good stuff.

  7. Veronica
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    Yaaay Mary – they’re your journey & lovely in their naturalness x Veronica

  8. OHSue
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    But what about those shoes? Pics please!

  9. Judy Forkner
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    I first saw Oklahoma (maybe the only time) when I was in high school & they did it as the school musical-circa 1962 or 63. Loved it!

  10. Judy Forkner
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    The ice cream!!! I love ice cream, but I pretty much only buy Hagen Daz Vanilla Bean now. It’s just, cream, milk, eggs, cane sugar & real vanilla bean. Or our local Boulder made ice cream–I got sick of buying ice cream I used to love, only to find out they messed with the recipe so it had lots of weird stuff in it & now it’s yucky!

  11. Nadine Donovan
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    So happy to hear that you are letting go and moving forward. Your posts are always wonderful and I enjoy them very much. Don’t change them or who you are!!!

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