From Letters To My Mother. At one point, I went to the big windows and watched for the trawlers coming home; racing to beat the tide, the evening light, the gulls squabbling above them...
I do love your stories and this one is especially wonderful, although sad too. I agree with how memories work but once you start remembering, it is hard to stop. And it is important to write them down in your words, as you remember them.
I never noticed - my Dad was a very strong swimmer. But the fishermen had no interesting getting INTO the water! And we lost a few to drowning so maybe so.
That was a beautiful story. The details you have managed to remember and describe from that tendril are amazing. Moving, descriptive and frankly awe inspiring. Thank you so much for sharing with us.
Isn't it magical how in capable hands words make pictures. I guess that's why we have the term evocative. In this case a moving picture, in both senses of the word moving. It began with a still and built frame by frame until it flowed and captured me up with it.
I agree actually - not about the camera and people but about the book. I think what is happening is a whole cast of characters are rising up and introducing themselves. I pull on a tendril and a full story rises slowly complete with location and characters and everything. They are like dreams. I just write them down.
Not sure where this is going but so grateful to have you along for the ride.
This story has moved me, Cecilia! Thank you for sharing your memories with us!
You are most welcome Virginia
I do love your stories and this one is especially wonderful, although sad too. I agree with how memories work but once you start remembering, it is hard to stop. And it is important to write them down in your words, as you remember them.
It was sad - that period in my life the ghosts just kept piling up
I remember (and it was probably the same in New Zealand), that a lot of older fishermen couldn't swim!
I never noticed - my Dad was a very strong swimmer. But the fishermen had no interesting getting INTO the water! And we lost a few to drowning so maybe so.
That was a beautiful story. The details you have managed to remember and describe from that tendril are amazing. Moving, descriptive and frankly awe inspiring. Thank you so much for sharing with us.
You are most welcome Andrea! And thank you so much for your comments !
Isn't it magical how in capable hands words make pictures. I guess that's why we have the term evocative. In this case a moving picture, in both senses of the word moving. It began with a still and built frame by frame until it flowed and captured me up with it.
You are a great writer yourself Deb!
I agree actually - not about the camera and people but about the book. I think what is happening is a whole cast of characters are rising up and introducing themselves. I pull on a tendril and a full story rises slowly complete with location and characters and everything. They are like dreams. I just write them down.
Not sure where this is going but so grateful to have you along for the ride.