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The Face of This Blog

I surely can’t locate it for you, but somewhere during my extensive reading yesterday, I came across a gentleman’s writing in which he addressed his disappointment at the lack of personal blogs. “Used to be more,” he said, “but now there are few. I like personal blogs,” he continued as he went on to describe his enjoyment of sharing in the day of a blogosphere resident.

When I began writing here at WordPress, I was asked to describe the weblog and tell of its intent and purpose. It was hard for me to find a category that was a perfect fit. Would it be music, travel, social, family, religious, photography, political, bookish, medical, technical? (the technical question was easy: NO 🙂 ) Finally, at least in my mind, I decided I was writing a personal blog. And, now, as a seasoned blogger (I wonder, though, can just over three months of blogging earn the title seasoned blogger?), I am satisfied to call my blog a personal one.

However, I’m not sure yesterday’s writer would agree that my blog is personal, for a fair amount of these pages contains material about God, politics, family, photography, travel, medicine, current events, the sciences and the weather. I plead not guilty, though, of addressing the technical, and think I have spoken little of music and books, except for the Bible.

Since I am unaware of a tight definition of such, I persist, however, that this is a personal blog. I feel safe enough, for I have never heard that Matt of WordPress roves this nebulous sphere, and, in a wily mode, snatches away the page of such writer as would dare hold forth on ideas that reside outside his or her self-designated bailiwick.

Oh, yes, this is a personal blog. It is a blog of me, my ideas, my family, my fellow bloggers who both agree and disagree with me, my politics, my faith, my God, my beautiful grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and Jerry, my husband of 50 years, my 4 accomplished children, my home, my charming town of Crestline, my friends, my joys, my sorrows, my fears and concerns, my insight, my ethics, the lessons I’ve learned, the course corrections I’ve made, my warnings, my teachers, my speaking and traveling and Bible reading, my church, the preachers in my life, my garden, my defense of the Gospel, and my pride in my country, even as I acknowledge its imperfections.

Oh yes, this is a personal blog. For a person is not an empty form, nor a vacant entity. Rather, a person is a being of life, of thoughts, ideals and of mission.

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By Shirley Buxton

Still full of life and ready to be on the move, Shirley at 83 years old feels blessed to have lots of energy and to be full of optimism. She was married to Jerry for 63 years, and grieves yet at his death in August of 2019. They have 4 children, 13 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren...all beautiful and highly intelligent--of course. :)

19 replies on “The Face of This Blog”

Great looking site so far!! I’m just starting to look around it but I love the title page! Please visit my homepage too:


You’re welcome, Daniel.

Thanks for the pressure, AP.

MG: It’s great to be able to write just what you feel, isn’t it. For a few years, I wrote Sunday school curriculum, and I tired of the pressure to write certain things at certain times. Blogging is the best!


Shirley, thanks for your visit this morning and yes, yours is certainly a “personal blog”. I guess mine is, too; I never really thought about it. I just write whatever feels right on any particular day – thus my category “Truly Random Thoughts”.

In the immortal words of Dr. Seuss (aka Theodore Giesel) “Be who you are and say what you feel. Those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.”



Now that you have succeeded in drawing us all in with this great (personal) blog,you can never stop now, or you will leave a great void in the daily reading of many people. Love you and keep up the great work


Carol, I have met, know fairly well, and admire…admire you, for your writing ability, your mission in life, your dedication to your family…and on and on.

Daniel, I have never met, except through our conversations via this blog.I like you, Daniel, for as I have said before, I sense in you a drive to be a good human being, to be informed and to be educated.

Thank you both for being here.


Sis. Buxton,

I love coming to your blog. It is a reflection of who you are and that’s what makes it so personal. Thanks for all that you have shared, and thank you for inspiring me to jump into the blog world. I love you. 🙂


You have a wonderful blog which shares the depth of who you are (making it personal) I think blogs without the personal touch can start to feel stale and boring. Yours is certainly neither of those!



Good morning, Helen, catholicwriter, serenaid and Jamie.

Thanks for coming and validating my blog as being personal, and thanks, too, for the compliments. Please visit often.

Jamie, please elaborate on your distate for the connotations of the word, useful. I’m interested in hearing about that.



Found your blog after your comment on mine. Pithy and, though I hate the connotations of the word, useful. Approaching life from a utilitarian stance is courting danger, I know, but in the purest sense, our getting to know each other (and being known) is essential to our humanness. Thanks for blogging.



First time visitor to your site. Interesting content. I enjoy the level of personal-ness of your blog. The key to a personal blog = Take everything personal! and then write about it! Keep up the good work!



It’s a personal blog because it shows a part of your person to those who have never met you before.


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