"Memory is the personal journalism of the soul" -Richard Schickel
I love quotes, all quotes, all kind of beautiful 'word necklaces' that make the author sound profoundly intelligent, and infintely superior to me. I like using quotes. Today on the blog this quote screamed at me, it literally jumped out at me from amongst a plethora of other fabulous one liners and heres why....
I have been nostalgic all day, for some inexplicable reason lots of old memories have been spiking my day. I think perhaps it was triggered by watching an episode of OTH on the train this morning, the one with the Boy draft. I have no idea what season/episode it is - don't particularly care either, but what I did like about it was the part where PS and MMcFadden go to take Fireball out on the cart circuit. The ending as you all know is that good old fireball has alzhiemer and will not remember his day.
That got to reminding me of my long since departed grandfather and all his quirky ways. The old man I loved. I loved everything about him, the way he got so grumpy with the nurses in the latter stages of his life, his expectations for his grandchildren, the fact that he peeled an orange for his wifes breakfast every day for over 55 years....
Then I remembered a close friend from my 'high school' days and a drama that he went through 16 years ago. One I am guessing he would probably have preferred to forget. So here is the rough story.... A class full of 17/18 year olds sitting their A level french exam, the gym doors open and a marginal walks in with a makeshift flame thrower, stands at the front of the class, reaches for the zippo lighter and then sprays indiscriminately the first two rows of the exam hall. My friend was physically unhurt, some others were not as lucky. The grown man's account of that day are almost fascinating, as Richard would say "Memory is the personal journalism of the soul". My friends blog entry is interesting to say the least, funny how knee jerk reactions are hard quash even in light of such a drama. Nico's account of his day 16 years ago
So if our memories really do serve as 'personal journalism', I guess we are all in our own ways award winning authors.
Annie
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I'm surprised someone hasn't commented on this yet. I didn't read Nico's account of his day 16 years ago...but I truly love the last line of this blog "So if our memories really do serve as 'personal journalism', I guess we are all in our own ways award winning authors."
ReplyDeleteVery true...and inspiring - I know I should write more on my on livejournal or even on my real journal that is sitting next to my bed, which I haven't written in for probably over a year. It isn't as if I haven't had things to write about...I have - plenty. Our memories are important good and bad; they are what makes us the people we become.