Okay, I’m the kind of gal who LOVES stories. The minute the words, “Once upon a time. . .” are heard, I’m pretty hooked. This has been true ever since we four siblings spent evenings on the parent’s bed, listening to stories my Mum read to us.
Now we are facing another year, and my thoughts always turn to what it might bring. I’m presently engaged in going through a long history of family memories, photos, letters and making the hard decisions about what goes and what stays. Having lately come into some story-writing myself, with the publishing of my first book (‘Following Claire’) – I find the bags of letters that were written between my mother and her many relatives and family back in Australia interesting. Mayhap I should consider reading them and piecing the story together? If only for the sake of the ones in our family for whom the story will otherwise be lost.
I look at the photo montage I put together a while ago, of the women in the family going back some generations, and wonder what those early lasses experienced and what they were like. Who else has studied the crags and furrows in ancestral faces and tried to read ‘between the lines’ so to speak?
I’d LOVE to know, but few ever write their story down. Like us, they don’t see it as extraordinary, and so it is only ever hinted at in letters. Well, we’ll see if this year it becomes a firm project of mine. Much depends upon whether I get the work I’m hoping to, which will allow me some time to pursue some other creative possibilities.
And speaking of narratives, I’ve been thoroughly enjoying piecing this fun ‘Gabeaux Tapestry’ together of the Outlander book. Using the Bayeux Tapestry as a foundation, it’s quite a nice way of telling the story – without words. Where would we have been without that amazing long stretch of embroidered work?
I’ll finish this post with the strips of story – it is just a start, but has great potential, yes?