On Jan. 1, 1967, at age 16, I began keeping a daily log book. I haven't skipped a single day since. Obsessive? Maybe, but I've also urinated every single day since, and nobody considers that weird.
To call the resulting 17,000-plus entries and 350,000-plus words a journal would be a tad grandiose. I keep it simple: what I did, where I was, who else was there, the occasional momentous news item, plus phenology facts such as last spring frost, first returning robin, ice-out date for the lake, etc. I reserve most editorial scuttlebutt for essays like this.
One value of the opus is its facility in settling arguments. Over the decades half-serious disputes have arisen over what we (friends, relatives, spouse) did on such-and-such an occasion, with everyone involved convinced that their recollection of details is correct. Finally, I say, "OK, I'll look it up," assuming, that is, that there exists agreement on what year and month is in contention. Checking the pertinent entry, we often discover we were all wrong.
That introduces two insights I've empirically reinforced via 47 years of logging daily events:
First, human memory is far more pliant and faithless than I realized. It's distressing how many times a vivid image in my head, say from 1969 or 1974, about who was part of, say, a certain canoe trip and where we traveled, is almost completely erroneous. My log establishes that specific people, events, times and locations become routinely jumbled in apparently random ways, and it matters not at all how crisp is my remembered picture.
Also, memory tends to embellish. As novelist Joseph Conrad wrote, "In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom."
In other words, if you treasure a certain recollection, don't look it up.
Second, and the bright side, is that the first point doesn't matter much, since we forget almost everything anyway. It's intriguing (and distressing) to select an incidental month in 1980 or 1985 and read the log for every day of that four-week span. I did that? Then? With them? Well, I guess I do kind of recall, now that I see it mentioned.