Few people would argue the value of creating a story of a life lived. In fact, it’s why I consider it a wholly noble idea that I create my own life’s story. From it, I hope my descendants will likely learn something valuable and endearing, tragic or disgusting and distasteful from the life I’ve experienced, but nonetheless might know me. Not in as much as my inability to convey the message, but more so just the total lack of interest by many in hearing what I have to say is what I consider a monumental loss to those who could know me but don’t, and will only do so should they take the time to read this.
I always concluded that it would take rather a prodigious effort to write my own history, not only for the fact that no-one would necessarily …show more content…
Each week, for 52 weeks, I answered the question that I considered important enough to set the stage for highlighting a particularly important era in my life. Within the year I created somewhat of a life story to share for future posterity. I somehow won’t be forgotten, not because my own life story, whether favourable, deficient, admirable or calamitous will now exist, but because I finally got to speak about my life and my role in it, even if only as word on printed page. I have even added some pictures thereby making it more inviting to read.
Once having made the decision to write about my life, I state here clearly that I in no way mean to be condescending, judgmental, accusatory or threatening. What follows is not necessarily an objective truth, but nonetheless it is my truth. Also, by taking absolutely no pledge to mention only the most lucid, colourful, vivid, vigorous and impressive periods, and I have wondered how many pages this story would …show more content…
By that, I assume I probably didn’t require or wasn’t given much forethought or planning.
Charles, I believe it was meant to be but Kent was the name they finally settled on. It was no doubt such a task that I was given but a single name - Kent.
The actual origin of the name Kent remains blurred to this day. One thing that is known is that it is a boy’s name of possible Celtic - Gaelic origin, and not only when referring to the South Eastern County in England. It means ‘bright white’, which I suspect, refers to neither my ethnicity nor my mental prowess. The name first appeared in the early 1800’s and enjoyed a steady rise until it peaked in the 1960’s after which it saw an almost mirrored decline, and all but became extinct in the mid-2000’s.
In the 70’s, we had neighbours who lived across the street who for reasons known only to them, produced a new baby boy every year until it reached a point where I think they just ran out of names, so they chose to name their final young chap, the seventh, after me. That was the last I personally heard of
I always concluded that it would take rather a prodigious effort to write my own history, not only for the fact that no-one would necessarily …show more content…
Each week, for 52 weeks, I answered the question that I considered important enough to set the stage for highlighting a particularly important era in my life. Within the year I created somewhat of a life story to share for future posterity. I somehow won’t be forgotten, not because my own life story, whether favourable, deficient, admirable or calamitous will now exist, but because I finally got to speak about my life and my role in it, even if only as word on printed page. I have even added some pictures thereby making it more inviting to read.
Once having made the decision to write about my life, I state here clearly that I in no way mean to be condescending, judgmental, accusatory or threatening. What follows is not necessarily an objective truth, but nonetheless it is my truth. Also, by taking absolutely no pledge to mention only the most lucid, colourful, vivid, vigorous and impressive periods, and I have wondered how many pages this story would …show more content…
By that, I assume I probably didn’t require or wasn’t given much forethought or planning.
Charles, I believe it was meant to be but Kent was the name they finally settled on. It was no doubt such a task that I was given but a single name - Kent.
The actual origin of the name Kent remains blurred to this day. One thing that is known is that it is a boy’s name of possible Celtic - Gaelic origin, and not only when referring to the South Eastern County in England. It means ‘bright white’, which I suspect, refers to neither my ethnicity nor my mental prowess. The name first appeared in the early 1800’s and enjoyed a steady rise until it peaked in the 1960’s after which it saw an almost mirrored decline, and all but became extinct in the mid-2000’s.
In the 70’s, we had neighbours who lived across the street who for reasons known only to them, produced a new baby boy every year until it reached a point where I think they just ran out of names, so they chose to name their final young chap, the seventh, after me. That was the last I personally heard of