I am already members of classmates.com and reunion.com. I have reconnected with a few friends from high school and junior high. I also visited Ms Adams' site, and signed up for the newsletter. This is going into my list of resources that I will visit often.
"If a nation loses its storytellers, it loses its childhood." (Peter Handke, Australian poet)
It would seem to me that our storytellers, do a whole lot more than simply tell stories. They convey, not only our history, but also the flavor of our history, the importance of what has happened in the past. They also teach our children how to tell stories. This in turn fuels creativity. Without creativity, we cease to be whole human beings. We would be mere shells of who we are now.
I vaguely remember when Kennedy was assissinated. I didn't understand the whole thing, but I do remember feeling the solemn mood.
Challenger was another story. These were heros in my eyes, and they just simply vanished violently. I was watching the liftoff on live tv. But at this time, I still didn't really have a world view yet. I was still naive.
As a teenager, my favorite books were mysteries. Hardy Boys, Ellery Queen, and of course Mike Shayne. I would have to say that I still like those, but I also like other types of books. My favorite auther right now is Clive Cussler. I read a lot more now.
I have a bunch of half siblings. We did not get along when we were kids, and even less now. I was treated badly by them once they learned that we did not have the same father. Even now, I am more of an after thought than anything.
"The literature of the inner life is very largely a record of struggle with the inordinate passions of the social self." (Charles Horton Cooley, Human Nature and the Social Order)
It would seem to me that our literature is born out of our life's struggles through the times.
I saved the part about what emotion I am afraid of revisiting until last. Because there isn't one emotion, it is all of them. I had a totally horrid childhood, so much so that there are chunks that I can't remember. Then there are little memories that will crop up, but I kinda keep them in a sterile place, because if I faced them boldly, it would be like being locked in the closet with the preverbial 'boogie man'.
