I’ll never write anything dark, morbid, or depressing. And I’ll never write my memoir. I say that, tongue in cheek, as age has escalated with lightening speed, and before my memory fails beyond redemption I might want to share my life experiences with my daughters. Who knows, maybe they would gain a little wisdom and benefit from my experiences. But it wouldn’t be easy for me to hand over my life and say this is who I am. I recently came across something that Stephen King is quoted as saying. He said, “I write to find out what I think.” He meant that until you set an experience down on paper, you couldn’t fully appreciate or understand it. Threading related experiences together, you can see a pattern of your existence. Hmmm. After reading that, I’m thinking I might gain as much benefit from my own memoir as my daughters. Definitely something to think about.
Yikes! Didn’t I just say I’d never write my memoir? I don’t want to, but there are so many questions I wish I’d asked my mother before she died, and now I’ll never know about her first husband who died in the war, or why her parents divorced, or why my parents divorced. My brother and sister have also passed on, as well as aunts and uncles so there’s no one left to ask. It’s like I skipped through life as a child without a care in the world or interest in anyone but myself. Why didn’t I ask when I had the opportunity? I have a large box of mother’s pictures, people I have no idea who they are, but shortly before she passed I did ask her to label some of them.
My life experiences aren’t nearly as interesting as my mother’s. I wish someone had written her memoir, but a cousin I met on the Internet has put together a wonderful family album on a CD about our family connections. I’ve contributed a few pictures to that album. All four girls in mother’s family played a musical instrument. My mother graduated from the Conservatory of Music in Harrisburg, PA, She was a professional violinist and singer and performed with a group all over the country. Her background exemplifies what I think belongs in a memoir. Hmmm. I think I just used this blog to begin writing my own memoir. Didn’t I say I’d never write one? Maybe Stephen King is right. Write to find out what you think.