My method is to use the portable version of Open Office which is free open source software compatible with Microsoft Office, Lotus and more. It includes a word processor, spreadsheet, presentation tool, drawing package and database. It consumes minimal space and performs all the magic I can manage.
Accessing my blog through the sign-in page/dashboard, I copy and paste to the word processor until there are as many pages as I want to keep in a file and then export that file to pdf format. It takes up very little space, can be viewed readily (complete with images) and its small size permits e-mailing with most programs.
I try to keep up with my blog month by month, save the pdf file to an external hard drive and at the end of the year publish it on Lulu.com for download in print or pdf format. My poetry books and novels are published the same way.
This method (or a similar one) might protect your blog from disappearance into Cyberia and might provide backup in case a copyright comes into question.
My opinion, only. :) And those who know me say I have an abundance of them - opinions, that is. But maybe I have a motley mass of memories that family might want to look at sometime. Who knows?
According to the ubiquitous Wikipedia: 'Legends are tales that, because of the tie to a historical event or location, are believable, although not necessarily believed. For the purpose of the study of legends, in the academic discipline of folkloristics, the truth value of legends is irrelevant because, whether the story told is true or not, the fact that the story is being told at all allows scholars to use it as commentary upon the cultures that produce or circulate the legends.'
Do you wonder what will happen to our blogs, posts and lives which are exposed to the mighty Internet? Is there a time capsule to hold our legends? Or will there be but a brief blurb: 'they came, they saw, they showed'.
I've tried to tell or write pieces of backgrounds for family members but there are many stories and maybe those which are most important will fall through the cracks.
comforting and calm
as my parents’ hands
sunlight soothes my back
horizon pulls the sun
behind a giant pine
kaleidoscopes a shadow
across my tiny world
a yellow blink of bird
passes by without a song
but I yearn to leave
love’s lullaby for those who glide
in that space I leave behind
The image is a fractal with embedded digital photo.