I've taken a bit of a break from
blogging lately because I've been writing the story of my
grandmother's life. I find it's always a learning experience to
immerse yourself in someone else's life. Every sentence spawn's new
questions. Fortunately for me, my grandmother is still alive (the
last one of my grandparents) so I can actually satisfy my curiosity.
About a year ago I sent my grandma some
questions and called to talk about them. While that filled in some
gaps, I know that sometimes it's hard to remember things out of
context. For this reason, my strategy this time was to start writing
her story before asking more questions. I hope to have enough detail
to place my grandma back in time to evoke additional memories.
As with any ancestor, I can piece
together the major events in my grandmother's life from basic records
(census records, city directories, vital records). These create the
scaffold for the story. Every nugget of information can expand the
picture. The 1940 census, for example, informed me that my grandma's
father was unemployed for about four years in the late 1930s. This
likely explains why three of his sons had dropped out of high school
and were working. For those of us who knew someone who lived through
the Great Depression, no explanation is necessary, but for younger
generations it's a great time to introduce a brief history lesson.
Speaking of history, no discussion of this time should fail to
mention the bombing of Pearl Harbor. This seminal event had huge
implications for the country as a whole, just as they did for a young
woman with four brothers and eventually a husband ripe for the draft.
To flesh out my story more I needed
additional details. By looking at maps I could say that my
grandmother walked a mile to get to the high school. It would have
been awfully cold walking during the winter wearing skirts, because
women, as a rule, didn't wear pants then. From my grandma's high
school yearbook (purchased on eBay, see Milking eBay For Family Artifacts) I know she was in the
choir and earned a typing certificate. The scanned images of my
grandfather's WWII scrapbook and my notes from earlier interviews
with my grandmother have also come in handy. I also took advantage
of my father's recent visit to pick his brain and discovered some
variations of the stories my grandma told me. These tidbits may seem
insignificant, but when combined with the scaffold and elements from
history it becomes easier to craft a more compelling narrative.
Now that I have a rough draft, it's the
perfect time to share it with my grandmother. I think I have enough
detail to help her remember more. I also have questions that
occurred to me during writing. Most of my questions are simple,
though some are rather vague (what kinds of food did your mother fix
to eat?). However, when I can, I try to ask specific questions that
are more likely to yield a response. Did your mom have a vegetable
garden? Did she bake bread? Did you string popcorn or make paper
chains to decorate the Christmas tree? Even if the answer is no, a
specific question may still prompt my grandma to recall something I
hadn't thought to ask. I guess I'll soon see if I've been
successful.