medium & the message

I got a couple of emails from friends wondering why I haven’t posted in over a week. Isn’t that stalkerish sweet?

Actually, it makes me realize that although I posted where I was on my facebook status and twitter it goes to show that somethings do get through the cracks. And actually, reading those emails made me feel good, because someone out there not only cares about me but also cares about reading my blog. So thank you, I will make sure that I’m more diligent in posting or letting you know if there is some sort of needed break.

On that note, let me show you what  wonderful time I had at my friend, Todd’s cottage. Aside from taking video and pictures I left technology (relatively) behind. Sure, I took advantage of electricity and running water but I had no cell phone, computer, twitter, no checking facebook or emails. I was far too busy

This is where I was for the past week:

Here is some of the fun stuff we did:

One of the cool things about the cottage was it’s history. I can’t remember the story but it was left to an aunt who stayed up there while she was ill and then got passed down from generations. There was a picture of the guy who built the cabin and so many funky knick knacks that people have brought over the years.

Check out my flickr stream to see the items in closer detail.

It got me thinking about my own family history. My parents immigrated from Greece so our family history in Canada starts with them. Back in Greece people don’t really have ‘cottages’ but even if they did, most of the stuff my family had was taken by the Greeks when Macedonia was taken over in the early 1900s.

But there is still a lot of history there. A lot of family. It’s been too long since my last visit (I was 16 at the time) and I think most of it has been a fear of communication. I don’t speak Greek very well and I only know 2 words in Macedonian.

Being at the cottage made me miss my heritage and my family. It also made me realize the importance of the history of your family and keeping it alive in some way.  The importance of creating that history when it doesn’t exisit. A history that my great-grand kids can look back and write their blog posts about.