I’m getting increasingly into “speculative memoir,” that is, at least in my case, writing about ancestors I never knew.
I’m not much for writing about myself in memoir format, but a pop-up session last week by Emily Stoddard at Voice and Vessel Studio got me thinking about a pair of red shoes I just loved to wear in third grade. There’s a photo of me on Facebook, posted by classmates, in those red shoes. They were called “lazy bones,” which might have been the brand name. Although a classmate bought the same shoes in black, I’m sure you can spot me with the red shoes.
I’ve been thinking about my mother’s maternal grandfather. There are no photos of him and very little of a paper trail. But my mother did pass down a few tidbits. I think I’ll write about him, Chaim Joseph Entel, this week.
Let’s see what this week brings.
Love the photo, Barbara. I’ve been using my own old photographs to spark my inner 11 year old for my novel-in-progress. I discovered a theme of red clothing that continues to the present day.
Thanks, Evelyn. Photos can be such powerful memory triggers. What does the “red” signify for you?