Memories Have Purpose

Now I can think about it.

Some Things Are A Must

It is time. I am 74. I live in Portland, OR. My Mom is still alive and well but lives in Auburn, Nebraska. So, it is time. It is time for a visit to see my Mom. She is hard of hearing, so phone calls can't replace a visit. It will be a live visit. My wife and I will be traveling this summer for that visit.

What preparations are needed for that trip and visit? Route and destination are planned. The start time has been set. The ending time is open. So, what else?

I am planning on doing some “gold panning” while back there. Yes, there is gold in Nebraska. I wrote about it years ago and had an article published in the Mining Journal. There isn't enough gold for a commercial mining project, just recreational mining. I will pack the supplies for this activity as the car will hold what will be needed. There will still be room for our clothes. When all is packed for what is needed, what then?

What I have left may be the hard part.

I would like to have my website up to date. I want all "SOLD" items replaced by new ones. Not only that, but I want all shop equipment ready for the break while I am not working on them. I would like to have materials and projects "laid out" for my return, so I can "dive right in" and get to work. So these are my projects for a while.

In the meantime, contemplating the trip and the visit are OK. Thinking about the good times we'll have and remembering those past times where memory serves us so well. BUT!!!

But, there should be caution used when dwelling on memories. Don't dwell on hurtful times unless the hurtful times produce a benefit that is remembered.

Also, please don't dwell on painful times unless they produce peace.

Sometimes, memories are a must, but care should be taken in how they are used.

I posted this entry on Tuesday, June 26th, 2012, at 10:30 AM.

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Larry E. Whittington

Eleven years have passed since this blog was posted. Now, I am 85, and Mom has since passed away. She lived to the age of 101 years.

The gold is still in the little creek south of Stella, Nebraska. I had posted this notice on Facebook, but no one was interested in some recreational gold panning.

I now have eleven additional years of memory to sort through. I save the good memories and build my future on the painful memories. When a personal choice has produced a painful memory, I choose not to repeat that choice. I am building pleasant memories through the choices I make. God allows us to make wrong choices, but he forgives his children and allows us to make better choices in life.

Our past does not always determine our future.

God bless us when making our choices.