October is going
to be a busy month for the blogmaster and other regular contributors as we
prepare for the 2016 Steel Pen Creative Writers’ Conference on November 12. So
we will take advantage of the blog archives and reprint several previous posts about
writing memoirs and preserving family memories.
We start with the May
1, 2013 post by Sandra J. Nantais titled “Research & Memoir Writing.”
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A common misconception about
writing a memoir or life essay is that the writer must write expressly from
memory. If that were so, that would make
for a fairly flat and boring snippet of life tale.
Example 1: Summer!
Yea! It’s summer! It’s the late
60s and summer means shorter pants, bare feet, Kool-Aid and the dunes! The weekend arrives, sandwiches are made,
Kool-Aid is in the metal jug and, with towels over our shoulders, we run out
the door to the silver car.
Upon opening the car’s back door, we all turn and run to the porch
yelling Eeeeeuuuuu!
Example 2: Summer! Yea! It’s summer in the late 1960s and this
means plaid knee-knockers, bare feet, sandwiches and the dunes! It means waking to the sun shining and Mom
packing sandwiches into a brown paper grocery bag (peanut butter or bologna on
Wonder Bread of course). The cherry
Kool-Aid was already in the red and white metal picnic jug waiting for two
trays of ice to be dumped in before having the lid screwed on.
Us kids would bound out of the house with a towel over our shoulder
towards the shiny silver 1966 Dodge Coronet 440. Whoever was quickest would open the back
door, only to release the strong smell of spoiled milk. Eeeeeuuuuu!! We’d yell and run back to the
house and gather on the steps pinching our noses closed.
By adding a few vivid and
specific details from that era, the reader is there along with the writer, in
that moment.
Other then the memory of the
car being silver with four doors and a black interior, I have no idea of the
make or model. My eldest brother is
twelve years older and a lifelong car buff, so I asked him about the silver
car, which is how we all still refer to it.
Why not just write it that
way? Just describing the car as ‘the
silver car’? Because by adding the make,
year and model of the car, I can create more emotion or familiarity within a
reader.
The same is true with the
drink cooler.
I vividly remember the drink
cooler and that it was metal. Yet, I
still researched vintage 1960 water coolers to keep with the time frame
introduced. If by the 1960’s the metal
were replaced with plastic I would have left that detail out.
Is this wrong? Does it make the memoir fiction? Does it change a memoir from being my
memory? Not at all. It is just facts about objects that were
present.
With memoir writing the
author is endeavoring to restore a memory as truthfully as possible. Memories are deficient, and checking minor
facts for accuracy shows that the author cares.
Verifying with someone what color something actually was or which beach
you were at doesn’t change what you felt.
So go ahead and ask a sibling
or research details. It will only help
immerse the reader into the moment right alongside of you as if they had
experienced the same sadness or joy or laughter with you.
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