May 8, 2012
When I first started transcribing
mother’s tapes, it was a painful journey. Then I started really listening to
the tapes. Most of the things she talked about were what I call “defining
moments”, you know those things that had a hand in shaping the adults that we
become, and I had heard them; but so many of them were new. Then there were
stories that she would repeat. The first time it happened I almost fast
forwarded to the next story. I am so glad I didn’t because I found out that the
first telling was sometimes just the bones or skeleton of the story; the second
telling was the meat and substance of the story.
I had looked into
publishing mother’s memoirs; found that it was a highly unlikely thing to
happen but went forward with transcribing anyway. Someone sent me a link to a
blog they had seen and that made me look into “blogging”. It didn’t take me
long to realize that here was a medium that would literally publish mother’s
memoirs for family and friends and an occasional stranger to enjoy. It was my
intention to transcribe mother’s tapes; place them on the blog, then go on my
way.
But like many plans
that we humans make there has been a twist that came at me out of left field. Like
that long ago baseball that caught me in the throat and knocked me to my knees;
I hope I have learned a lesson. No plan is set in concrete – all plans can be
changed.
As I have sent links to
Ms Alberta’s Memories and Recipes, I have received phone calls and ran into
people and the conversation usually goes something like this:
“I saw the blog and I
was wondering … ” with the next part going “ did she ever tell you about when ?”
or “ did you know ?” and there has followed one of their memories of mother.
So as mother use to say
about things, “It just took on a life of its own and went on from there.”
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