by
Kathryn Page Camp
One of the first
things I learned in law school is that if ten people witness a crime, they will
have ten different versions of what happened. Everyday life works that way,
too.
Memoirs tell what
happened to the writer through the writer’s eyes. But memoirs are not fiction,
so they must also tell the truth about the actual events. How do you balance
and reconcile these two concerns?
Take an example
from my life.
My family lived in
Jordan when I was six. We didn’t own a car, but we hitchhiked and took buses
all over the Holy Land. It was mountainous country with narrow shoulders and no
guard rails along the roads. So whenever the bus or car I was riding in went up
a mountain, I closed my eyes and asked, “Are we on the falling off side?” If
the answer was “no”—meaning we were on the side of the road near the mountain,
I would open my eyes and look around with interest. If the answer was “yes,”
they stayed tightly shut.
My entire family
agrees on that much of the story.
On the day before
Christmas, we were on a bus headed up a mountain on the way to Bethlehem. It
was raining, and the roads were slippery, but we weren’t on the falling off
side so I wasn’t worried. Then, without warning, the bus slid across the road.
Again, we agree on that much. But from there, our memories differ.
I swear that one
wheel slid off the mountain and left the bus hanging over the side. That’s what
my terrified six-year-old mind saw as we scrambled out and huddled in the rain.
My mother had a different memory—she said the bus slid sideways until it
blocked both lanes but it never left the road.
With help from the
male passengers and other men from the cars that couldn’t get past, the driver
got the bus back on the right side of the road, loaded the passengers who were
brave enough to chance it, and continued on to Bethlehem. Make that the
passengers who were brave enough to chance it and one terrified six-year-old
who had to be bribed by her parents.
Mama and I have different
memories about where the bus landed after sliding across the road. Mama was
probably frightened, too, but she was older and more rational. And the fact
that the men managed to get the bus back on the road with no special equipment
and without sending it over the edge strengthens the argument that her memory
is probably the correct one.
But my memory was
my reality, and that’s part of the truth, too.
So how should I
handle this incident if I were writing a memoir about my childhood in Jordan?
It is among my strongest memories and one of the most dramatic things that
happened while I was there, so I couldn’t leave it out. But should I tell the
story as I remember it or as it really happened?
I would treat it
the way I have treated it in this blog post. I would start by giving you my
reality and then describe why the external facts were probably different than I
remembered them.
In my case, the
evidence indicates that Mama’s version is the correct one. But sometimes people
have dueling memories and the fight ends in a draw. When I am sure that my
version is correct, I go with it. But if there is any chance that the other
person’s memories are more accurate, I will at least acknowledge them.
A memoir has to be
true to the world as the writer saw it at the time. But it isn’t fiction, so it
also has to be true to the actual events. Or as true as you can be when people
have dueling memories. Sometimes that means qualifying your memories by adding
someone else’s.
But your memories
are your reality, and that carries its own truth.
__________
The photograph at
the top of this post shows the road descending from Wadi al-Mujib in Jordan. My
husband took the photo on a family trip in 1998.
__________
Kathryn Page Camp
is a licensed attorney and full-time writer. Writers in Wonderland: Keeping Your Words Legal was a Kirkus’ Indie Books of the Month
Selection for April 2014. The second edition of Kathryn’s first book, In God We Trust: How the Supreme Court’s
First Amendment Decisions Affect Organized Religion, was released on September 30, 2015. You can learn more about
Kathryn at www.kathrynpagecamp.com.
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