GUIDELINES

The goal of the Posterity Network (TPN) is to provide a place for older generations to learn how to effectively pass along their love, values, advice, family stories, life lessons, and even regrets along to their posterity, the future generations of their family, sort of an inter-generational love letter to those who come after them.
  1. By contributing your own original writings to TPN, you agree that TPN has the right to modify them, and that other users of TPN may freely use and adapt your contributions for their own purposes.

  2. When you submit your own writings, please use proper quoting and citations for any non-original material.

  3. We also welcome recommendation for books, materials and links for inclusion among the resources we make available to our community.

  4. Try to use a style consistent with a letter to a grandchild, great grandchild, etc.  It is OK to use the name of one of your grandchildren and write it as a letter or segment of a letter.  It may help to imagine one of your progeny coming across your letter in 100 years in an attic. What would you want to say to them?

  5. Since our purpose is to help one another, try to keep your writings as generic as possible. Use the third person. Instead of saying, "Aunt Minnie always said," you could say "a popular saying in our family was..." - An exception to this would be anything in the category of "Family History."

  6. Family History submissions should be written to support a moral or life lesson. That's why we're here!




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