Writing about my family has been a powerful experience. I joked to some friends: “She who holds the pen holds history in her hand.” Well. maybe not history. These were my memories. They stuck with me because of some truth. The human condition.
I realize that I went for the dramatic stories, many of which were sad. Of course, they were moments in a family that was filled with fortunate, successful lives. Elsa’s remark summed it up: “Even coming from another culture, I’m struck by how similar your family stories are to mine.”
Some people hope to be reunited with loved ones on the other side. I’m glad I gathered these people in my mind now… and on the page.
I feel reunited.
The stories do bring back early times in the life of those still living and reanimate those who are gone. And your writing them, Joan, will eventually leave something behind of yourself. I still have almost all of the love letters my father sent to my mother in WWII, over 75 years ago.
ReplyDeleteJoan, I have truly enjoyed your family recollections, and admire your ability to capture them so eloquently. I agree with Elsa’s perspective. I’ve been focused on my past and present family stories, the impacts they’ve had on me, and my role in the family dynamics. Perhaps as we age we have greater wisdom to have these reflections. 💞Camille
ReplyDeleteCongrats, Joan, for getting these stories on the page with your usual verve and insights. I was thinking that I probably have as many memories about you as I do about my family! PK
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