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LET'S TALK: Legacy

Legacy -- it's an important part of the reason that storytrax.com was founded. The Oxford American Dictionary defines legacy as 1) a gift left in a will; 2) a thing handed down by a predecessor. For synonyms, the dictionary offers bequest, inheritance and heritage.

Everything we write here on storytrax.com becomes part of that giant archive of our time and the indefinite future, the Internet. There's a saying that nothing online ever goes totally away. What we write here will be around for a long time. In fact, then, our posts here become our legacy, to be read not only by our contemporaries, but by many who will come later.

What do we want the rest of the world and the unnamed minions of the future to know of us? We can't control what others may write about us, but we can control how we tell our own stories. We can choose what to tell, we can reveal the lessons we've learned, we can express our dreams and hopes, we can admit our mistakes.

Our stories will be around for a long time. Friends, family and strangers will read our stories. Will they find our stories to be enlightening, interesting, and entertaining? Will they reveal our true character? They will if we want them to. It's all up to us.



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Old Documents

I remember reading old documents about canal trips along the Juniata River in Pennsylvania. I found the stories interesting because they were told from the stand point of an everyday traveler on the canal. It was not told by a reporter or politician or paid writer. Someone told us there own perceptions of the site. I thought that was very cool. How are we remembered? By what we leave behind.

Clay hardens by immobility – men's minds by standing pat. Both lose the power to take new impressions. (Pinchot 1910: 138)

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