Being Known

We human beings like to be known, whether we admit it or not. These pictures are from the walls inside my shed. The man who lived in this house for 40+ years used the walls as his journal. When we moved in and I found these notes right out in the open, I was ecstatic! My husband thought I was goofy, but I just thought it was the neatest thing in the world. There is nothing earth-shattering written on the walls. He wrote down what he planted in his garden, when he bought a vehicle, when the oil was changed and by whom. He wrote down the dates of his career with the local railroad; guy stuff. But I just think it is so cool, that man's history, or part of it is on the walls of our shed; it connects us. He didn't stop there either, his granddaughter's birth date is etched into our cement patio. His named is carved in numerous places in our basement. Did he do it because he "owned" the place, or just out of some need to be remembered? I don't know. I didn't know him personally so I can't say. But I do know he put his words in the places he knew, and I blog...whether anyone sees or cares, we just want to be known!