The Conference in Sacramento

Patricia Cox

October 29, 2015

Business luncheon meeting of the Associaton of Personal Historians.

Business luncheon meeting of the Associaton of Personal Historians.

I recently attended my first Association of Personal Historians conference in Sacramento, held October 21 through 25. APH is an organization that promotes the preservation of personal and family history and stories. The conference included workshops, panels, speakers, information sharing, a store, and friendly people. Oh, Sacramento is also known as the “farm-to-fork” capital of the country, which means they pride themselves on serving locally grown food.

Besides an extra few pounds, I came away with many good ideas and renewed respect for the work that we do as personal historians. Attendees shared their work in sessions on books and video. While it was most helpful to see what others are doing, what I enjoyed most was their professionalism and excitement about their work.

There was much talk about preserving life stories as a “calling” and a “sacred” activity. Sessions on recording the lives of immigrants, a public event on the history of Chinese culture in California, and a presentation on the Japanese internment camps by a documentarian whose work has been showcased on PBS broadened the scope of what a personal history can mean.

A visit to Old Sacramento, within walking distance.

A visit to Old Sacramento, within walking distance.

The conference wrapped up on a light note with an entertaining (but historically accurate) talk by Chris Enss, a New York Times best-selling author, scriptwriter, and performer. She revealed some lesser known stories of the women of the wild west.

Attending a professional conference provides opportunities to hone one’s craft, to get new ideas, to learn better ways to conduct (and attract) business. But the real value of such gatherings is the infusion of enthusiasm one leaves with!

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The Pope Inspires Memories

Patricia Cox

September 30, 2014

First Communion

First Communion

News headlines sometimes send us back to childhood, reminding us of our roots. I was raised as a Roman Catholic and, while I no longer claim that religion, watching the Pope’s kindly face on tv this week, blessing everybody, I couldn’t help but recall my childhood days in the church. Back in the day when the service was in Latin, when the nuns wore long, black habits (and we wondered among ourselves if they were bald), when parents hauled their kids to confession on Saturday and to church on Sunday.

The plain wooden kneelers left red dents in my knees. Our small, country church didn’t figure out for a long time (or couldn’t afford) the availability of cushions for those kneelers. I enjoyed the ceremony of the Mass: incense, bells, mumbled prayers in a language I did not understand, the taste of the communion wafer. It seemed mysterious and sacred, especially that first time.

Making my Confirmation.

Making my Confirmation.

I wonder if the confirmation into the faith is still the same. We were intimidated and honored because the Bishop came to our church, and a little nervous because he slapped us as part of the ceremony. I don’t remember now if that was to ensure we’d be good soldiers for our faith or had something to do with turning another cheek. In any case, he only slapped us once.

And for both sacraments, I got to wear a white dress and a veil. Special.

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PULLING IT ALL TOGETHER

Patricia Cox

“I Remember When . . .” Personal Biography Service

September 22, 2015

Music graphicThe most fun of writing a client’s personal history is when you are done with the interviewing, transcribing, editing, reorganizing, proofing, and so on. What’s left, you ask? Now you get to write chapter headings. You get to find graphics you can insert (or photos provided by the client). You just get to make it look nice and, most importantly, be sure that it reflects the client as a person.

All of my clients have had absolutely fascinating lives. Of course, that has led to my firm belief that everybody has had a fascinating life. They just need to record it. But let’s talk about the retired music teacher. He still played many instruments, and music still played a big part in his life. Each chapter began with a graphic of an instrument that he knew how to play.

Sailing shipAnother client had letters from an ancestor who had come from the “old country” to the United States. The ancestor had written about his travels, crossing the ocean and most of America. We started each chapter with an excerpt from those old letters, and each chapter was somehow related to that excerpt, reflecting my client’s own physical and emotional travels through life.

I love this part of writing a personal history. I love coming up with creative ways to illustrate my client’s life.

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WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY?

By Patricia Cox

“I Remember When . . .” Personal Biography Service

September 16, 2015

One of my favorite interview questions to get those memories flowing is, “What was your favorite toy?” A variation of that question is, “What is the earliest toy you remember?”

This picture is from the Etsy page - the doll was sold. This is exactly how I remember my Betsy Wetsy, pre-tragedy

This picture is from the Etsy page – the doll was sold. This is exactly how I remember my Betsy Wetsy, pre-tragedy

If I were asked either question, my answer would be my Betsy Wetsy doll. Betsy had eyes that closed when she lay down, and when you fed her (with the little plastic bottle provided – plain water being the recommended beverage), she would wet her diaper. Like most toys of the 1950s, this one was aimed at nurturing our desire to grow up to be mommies and wives. I’m not sure the tactic was successful . . .

Anyway, I did love my Betsy. Unfortunately I had two brothers, one younger and one older, who did not love Betsy. I adore both of my brothers now, but back then we all spent quite a bit of time looking for ways to torment each other.

We lived out in the country. At the far edge of the property a rickety shed, built of weathered planks, housed an old abandoned car. We spent a lot of time up there, climbing on the car, literally swinging from the rafters (my older brother had tied a rope to one of the beams and we used the rope to make a quick exit from the roof of the car).

I'm holding my Betsy Wetsy. You wouldn't believe that angelic child in the front could turn into a doll abuser! The other criminal - I mean brother - is with the group in back, far right.

I’m holding my Betsy Wetsy. You wouldn’t believe that angelic child in the front could turn into a doll abuser! The other criminal – I mean brother – is with the group in back, far right.

My brothers somehow kidnapped Betsy and flung her up onto the rafters in that shed. After a long and heart-wrenching search, I discovered her up there and ran quickly to report this to The Mother. The boys were instructed to get Betsy down from there. Unfortunately, that involved throwing various items at her until she was dislodged and plummeted to the concrete floor of the shed. Ever after she had a crack in her little hairless skull and only one of her eyes would shut.

That one question not only brought up a long-forgotten memory, but I could have talked on for an hour about my childhood with my brothers when we lived in that house in the country with the shed in the back. A million memories of building forts, putting on carnivals, holding our own parades in the back yard.

So, what was your favorite toy?

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Who, What, Why, When, Where and How, Part II

By Patricia Cox

September 9, 2015

This is part two of applying the classic journalistic questions to personal history projects. You can read Part I here: Who, What, Why . . .

WHEN: Now.

There is not a particular age when it’s “right” to begin a record of your life. My first personal history was for a coworker in her thirties. She agreed to be interviewed during lunch breaks and let me use her story as a sample of my work in exchange for free books. Only in her thirties? What could she have to talk about?

She talked about her own childhood. She talked about meeting her husband. She talked about the births of her two children. The last few pages were a letter to her children.

We ended up with an 82-page book so interesting that it was absolutely key to my acquiring four more clients in quick succession. These early life experiences are some of the most interesting. Later in life there may be more wisdom to share.

Mom's birthday

Mom’s birthday

For Christmas one year, I gave my mother a book on how to write your own life story. She was 69 years old when she used the book as a guide, and gave each child a photocopied manuscript. When her 80th birthday was coming up, we published a new edition. It began with each of her children, daughters-in-law, grandchildren, even grand-cat, telling their favorite story about her. Then I asked her to write a foreword as an update of the last 11 years. We reformatted it and published the “second edition” – a little hard-cover book. Had she lived to be 90, we could have done that again. The updated version is now a family treasure.

Just don’t wait too long if the plan is to capture the memories of an older relative.

Mother's bookWHERE: Of course, if you write your own story you can do it wherever you want. If you hire a personal historian, many of them are willing to come to your home or arrangements can be made to meet in any quiet public place: a library, a corner of a book store, a park bench in nice weather (bring extra batteries for your recorder).

HOW: If you have time, writing ability, and computer knowledge and want to write your own book (or a relative’s), go for it! There are plenty of books out there to help you. They provide sample questions and guide you in structuring your story.

However, many people don’t realize the amount of time required or lack interviewing skills. If they manage to finish a manuscript, they need knowledge of editing, formatting, and desk-top publishing. If interviewing a relative, you need recording equipment, transcription programs, patience and commitment. A good personal history is a lot of work. If you try it and run into trouble, you can always contact the Association of Personal Historians and use their search engine to find a personal historian near you. Maybe you’ve thrown up your hands and need someone to do the entire job, or maybe you need help with one aspect. There will be a personal historian who can help you.

For more information, please visit my webpage!

Thank you!

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Five W’s and an H

A diary photo by meWho, What, Why, When, Where and How? Part I

By Patricia Cox

September 2, 2015

 

Most people recognize the “Five W’s and an H” taught to journalism students as a guide to getting the complete story. Following is my attempt to apply this to personal histories:

WHO: This is easy. Basically, everybody. People, corporations, towns, families. Any person or entity with a history or an event/celebration should consider recording it.

My uncle received recognition in the 1960s worthy of a newspaper article. We know what happened, but we don't know how he felt about it.

My uncle received recognition in the 1960s worthy of a newspaper article. We know what happened, but we don’t know how he felt about it.

WHAT: This is not genealogy – this is personal. Not a dry listing of ancestors back to the Middle Ages. Not a notice in the newspaper of a wedding, an anniversary, a death. A personal history tells a story with drama and suspense, joy and sadness. It is alive!

Sometimes deciding what to record in a historical record can be problematic. Not everybody’s past is rosy; not every town sprung up surrounded by white picket fences; not every corporation was built by fair-minded people who just wanted to help. What to tell requires thought, with consideration given to who might be impacted. When discussing this issue with clients, I encourage truth-telling. The darker aspects of the past can often lead to a richer and deeper story, and provide opportunities to share lessons learned. However, in the end, it’s up to the client.

I once had an elderly client who wanted to include the story of her deceased husband’s infidelity early in their marriage. Her children were not aware this had happened, and she did not want to cast their father in a bad light. We talked about it. What I asked is that whatever is included, be honest. If there is an aspect of the past the client would prefer not to include, then don’t include it.

She decided to include the incident as an example of getting through hard times in a marriage, of forgiveness, redemption, and moving on. But she also talked to her children about it first, so they wouldn’t initially learn of it while reading her book.

WHY: This is my favorite question! Of course, the most popular reason is to leave a record of your life for future generations. Some personal histories are smaller projects that celebrate/record an event: marriage, anniversaries, retirement, deaths.

Photo of my father taken during WW II. My mother's personal history talks about her memories of his being shipped overseas, her rush to New York City to see him before he left. The fears and sadness of that time come to life because she wrote about it.

Photo of my father taken during WW II. My mother’s personal history talks about her memories of his being shipped overseas, her rush to New York City to see him before he left. The fears and sadness of that time come to life because she wrote about it.

Whenever I talk about my personal biography business, someone will say, “Oh, I wish I had done that while my [insert relative] was still alive! They told wonderful stories and knew so much about the family. Now it’s all lost.” I ask you to consider: What would you give for a copy of a book that told the story of a past relative’s life? Maybe a grandparent you loved, maybe a great-grandparent you never met? What would you give to have better insight into your own parents’ childhoods or the story of how they met?

But passing on a life story to your own descendants isn’t the only reason. A corporation can have a personal history that includes interviews with the founders. They can talk about how they came up with the idea for the company, how they got started, what they did to grow the business, their appreciation of their employees. This helps keep the company proud of its beginnings, keeps employees motivated, and a  gives everyone a north star to guide them into the future. Maybe a town’s centennial celebration is approaching. A town can record its history with interviews of elder residents, research that provides the backdrop, scanned photos of the early days.

What about a single person? No children, no grandchildren. They may ask, who would want to read my story? First of all, just going through the process of writing a life story is enlightening. It gives one the opportunity to reflect, to assess, to put one’s thoughts and feelings in some kind of order.

Secondly, someday a historian, a writer, maybe an archaeologist, will want to know what life was like while you were alive. They will want to know the details, the small incidents, the problems of daily life that were encountered. What was good? What was hard? What was learned?

All of this is important. “Future generations” doesn’t mean just our own personal descendants. How deep would our knowledge be of any of the wars our country endured, for instance, if not for the letters written home? How much would we appreciate the hardships of the pioneers if not for the journals kept by those traveling west on wagon trains? Written, personal records deepen our knowledge of history and show us how regular people survived hardships or celebrated good times.

Next week: When, Where and How

For more information, please visit the “I Remember When . . .” Personal Biography Service webpage. Thank you!

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Family History Carved from a Mountain Top – Korczak Ziolkowski

Patricia Grady Cox

Photo of the Crazy Horse Memorial sculpture from the patio behind the museum/gift shop. Inset photo shows outline of horse's head which is the next stage of construction.

Photo of the Crazy Horse Memorial sculpture from the patio behind the museum/gift shop. Inset photo shows outline of horse’s head which is the next stage of construction.

For many years, ever since I heard of its existence, I have wanted to visit the Crazy Horse Memorial in the Black Hills, near Rapid City, South Dakota. Driven by a life-long interest in the history of American Indians, I finally arrived this summer at the memorial dedicated to a most famous Sioux warrior. I was impressed beyond expectations. The 563-foot high sculpture, under construction since 1948, will eventually depict Crazy Horse on horseback. The memorial’s brochure states the mammoth design is based on an exchange between Crazy Horse and a white man who asked derisively, “Where are your lands now?”

Crazy Horse responded, “My lands are where my dead lie buried.” And that is where the figure on horseback defiantly points, with an arm that measures 263 feet.

Scale model of the sculpture as it will appear when completed

1:34 Scale model of the sculpture as it will appear when completed

Korczak Ziolkowski, a Polish immigrant who grew up in New England, designed and began the work on this amazing sculpture. He was a self-taught and award-winning sculptor who had worked on the carving of Mount Rushmore. He won a national award for a sculpture of Wild Bill Hickock, and Henry Standing Bear, a member of the Lakota Tribe, took an interest in him and his work. In 1939, Standing Bear invited Ziolkowski to meet with Native American leaders and discuss a memorial to Crazy Horse that would honor all tribes. Mount Rushmore, which would be completed in 1941, dominated the sacred Black Hills, and Standing Bear wanted the world to know that Indians had heroes as well.

In the video shown in the visitor center, Korzcak tells a story about this generator, complete with sound effects.

In the video shown in the visitor center, Korczak tells a story about this generator, complete with sound effects.

Mr. Ziolkowski took on this mission (and his family refers to it as a mission) with much determination and enthusiasm. In a movie shown on two theaters in the Visitor Center, work on the mountain is chronicled. Mr. Ziolkowski arrived in 1947 to begin his amazing project, and he worked on it until he died over 30 years later. He met his wife Ruth there. They married and had 10 children, all of whom worked on the sculpture at some point. Korczak Ziolkowski died in 1982, at age 74. His wife passed away in May 2014, at the age of 88.

Portraits of Korzcak commissioned by his wife hang above a display of family mementos

Portraits of Korzcak commissioned by his wife hang above a display of family mementos

The memorial’s visitor center includes a room that is basically a memorial to Korczak. The family’s furniture, mementos, photographs, and many portraits are on display. They paint a picture of an amazing man and his equally amazing family. As a personal historian, I found the display fascinating. I am so grateful that the family had chosen to share such personal artifacts with the public, bringing family times and work to life.

Top right photo is of the sculpture as a child and an adult. Lower right are photographs of the log cabin Korzcak built by hand when he arrived to being work in 1947.

Top right photo is of the sculptoras a child and an adult. Lower right are photographs of the log cabin Korczak built by hand when he arrived to begin work in 1947.

Not all of us can have a wing of a museum dedicated to our lives, preserving our lives for all to see. I kept thinking about how wonderful it was that Korczak’s third and fourth descendants and on into the future will always be able to visit these displays and have an understanding of their ancestor’s life and accomplishments. The brochure states that the family, many of whom remain involved in the construction and the Foundation that funds and oversees the project, still gathers there for family events.

Korzcak's actual tool box in his beginning days as a sculptor

Korczak’s actual tool box from his beginning days as a sculptor

No, most of us don’t get a museum wing to commemorate our lives But all of us have a story to tell. Those stories need to be told and preserved. Check out the Association of Personal Historians webpage. They have a search engine (search by state or by services) to help find someone to assist you. There are many ways to create a record of your life:: a book, a video, an audio recording. It doesn’t matter how you do it – museum exhibits or a simple cassette tape. Just do it!

For more information on the Ziolkowski family, Crazy Horse, and the memorial, please visit their very nicely done website for The Crazy Horse Memorial.

Patricia Grady Cox is a member of the Association of Personal Historians, Women Writing the West, and the Western Writers of America. She has completed five personal histories and has published short stories, essays, and a novel. For more information, please visit www.pcoxwriter.com

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The Risk of Sorrow by Valerie Foster – Book Review and Author Interview

By Patricia Grady Cox

I am a proponent of the idea that there are no “small stories.” Everyone’s life is interesting, with  drama and tragedies and obstacles overcome. I’ve written five personal histories for customers and every one of them was fascinating: stories of World War II, stories of being left in an orphanage during The Great Depression, stories of running away from home as a young child. But sometimes you do hear a story that is beyond the pale, a story that needs to be written down.

I heard Helen Handler speak at a special emphasis program at my place of employment many years ago. Helen, a teenager at the time of World War II, survived Nazi concentration camps that destroyed all of her immediate family. Yet Helen went on to marry, have a son, own her own business, advocate for remembrance of the Holocaust, and now continues to speak about her experiences even into her eighties. I thought, “Somebody needs to write this woman’s life story.” Now someone has. The Risk of Sorrow by Valerie Foster takes a unique approach to writing a memoir. The subtitle of the book explains: Conversations with Holocaust Survivor, Helen Handler.

Cover of The Risk of Sorrow - Conversations with Holocaust survivor, Helen Handler

Cover of The Risk of Sorrow – Conversations with Holocaust survivor, Helen Handler

In my personal histories, I go to great lengths to make the memoir appear to be solely the work of my customer. My name doesn’t appear anywhere, and I try my best to maintain the voice of the subject. My goal is to be invisible. Ghost-written biographies follow the same approach.

But Valerie is very much a part of this book. I’ve never seen a life story presented in that style. Helen’s comments, sometimes several paragraphs or even pages long, are within quotation marks, and Valerie’s questions and reactions are included as a part of the book. So I contacted Valerie and asked why she chose this way to present Helen’s story.

Valerie and Helen have known each other for several years. Valerie, a high-school English teacher, had invited Helen to speak to her classes and, when Valerie retired, Helen asked her to write her story. Despite feeling that she had no idea what she was doing, Valerie jumped in.

Helen and Valerie's first conversation when Helen visited alerie's class at Red Mountain High School in Mesa, Ariz.

Helen and Valerie’s first conversation when Helen visited Valerie’s class at Red Mountain High School in Mesa, Ariz.

“The very first day we began this, I realized that Helen’s off-the-cuff speech is as eloquent, poignant, and stirring as when she speaks in public. And as I asked her questions, I felt they were as important as the answers. We just had such rich conversations.” Valerie is an admirer of Joseph Campbell and Bill Moyers (The Power of Myth), and on her second visit with Helen had what she describes as an epiphany.

“I instantly envisioned the whole book. Two women tackling difficult subjects and ideas as one shares her testimony with the other,” Valerie says. Although the huge differences in their backgrounds would present an intriguing surround for the story, and Valerie felt that her questions were as important as Helen’s answers, she says, “I never wanted to distract the readers toward me. This is Helen’s story. I’m writing this for Helen. But having this secondary voice was, I felt, a way for the reader to relate. I always wanted to play the Everyman here; what would the average person ask a Holocaust survivor if they could? How would the average person feel about this? How might it change them?”

Valerie’s goal was to “bring the reader up close and intimate.” She wanted to invite readers who wouldn’t normally be aware of what happened under the Nazi regime. “I wanted it to be about post-Holocaust, too. There are many stories about survivors, but they’re usually relegated to the war itself.”

In telling Helen’s story, Valerie has achieved a very readable and compelling flow. I was curious as to how much she had managed the direction of the interviews and what her process had been that resulted in such a well-organized manuscript.

“Oh my gosh, this is the best question of all, and one I’ve been wanting to share with other writers, because it was a behemoth of a task!” Valerie says.

Any of us who has interviewed people for any writing project, or has written personal histories, can relate to Valerie’s eye-opening experience. “You see, Helen jumps all around when she talks. For example, she might mention the conditions of the barracks in Auschwitz during one chat with me, then refer back to that again 35 more times through the course of conversations! Each time she might add more, or clarify, or say it even better. I taped for 2 years. It was verbal spaghetti. My next step was to personally transcribe every taped conversation. Then I printed it all out. Saw the mess it was in. Color-coded with a highlighter to group topics together. Then I had to get a second computer from work and re-arrange everything. Then came the actual sit-down-and-write. That actually seemed like the easy part. Whew!”

Signing at the book's debut, Chandler Center for Performing Arts, Chandler, Ariz.

Signing at the book’s debut, Chandler Center for Performing Arts, Chandler, Ariz.

And although Valerie says the arrangement of the transcribed interviews came from a logical progression, “through Holocaust and her life from there—then to the now,” and were not arranged for dramatic effect, the end result is very dramatic. The chapter entitled “Reunion,” which takes place toward the end of the book and very much in present time, actually illustrates Helen’s experience in a most profound and emotionally moving way, in a way that perhaps would have been less so if not so skillfully foreshadowed. This chapter, although most personal to Helen, was written almost entirely from Valerie’s point of view.

The Risk of Sorrow, of course, was not intended as a personal history project, nor is it a typical biography or memoir. Valerie has documented not only Helen’s life but her own reaction to it (and by proxy, our reaction).

Who is risking sorrow here? Surely not Helen Handler. She lives with sorrow every day of her life, ever since she stepped off that boxcar at Auschwitz and was told to step to the right while the rest of her family stepped to the left.

It was Valerie who took the risk and, by doing that, invites us to also risk feeling the sorrow, horror, and even guilt over this terrible time in human history. It was Valerie who was changed by this six-year experience. She says, “Spending all of this intimate time with Helen, and this subject, has not toughened me on the subject [of genocide], but made me even more sensitive. I cannot get through many a movie now when it deals with the Nazis, for example. I cried watching Woman in Gold recently and had to walk out of The Book Thief because I see my dear friend in each.”

Valerie and Helen

Valerie and Helen

In her introductory speech when she and Helen make appearances, Valerie says, “It’s easy for us all to avoid running the risk of sorrow. But we need to keep taking those risks of listening and learning, because the payoff is immeasurable. The payoff is enlightenment and understanding.”

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A Guest Blog on Genealogy and Family History

History and Genealogy

By David Waid on May 14, 2015 08:00 am

Just as history is filled with colorful stories and tidbits, so too is every genealogy. I have yet to find the person whose family doesn’t have some engrossing story. Some tale that is curious, funny, sad, shocking, and/or thought provoking.

I met a woman whose father had been an engineer on the Panama Canal (in the 1940’s, long after it was built) and she told how she grew up like a princess in a giant plantation house with a raft of servants. My great aunt told jaw-dropping stories of her life as the daughter of a sheriff in Kansas during the 1920’s. These types of stories are everywhere.

One I like is of my wife’s great grandfather, Edward Casey, a man reputedly as wide as he was tall, and active in the well-known Tammany Hall political machine of New York City. He served with Hulan Jack, a Tammany leader who in 1954 became the the highest ranking African American municipal official up until that time, when he was elected Borough President of Manhattan.

During this period, the Manhattan borough president’s role was vastly more important than it is today, because it automatically gave the officeholder a seat on the NYC Board of Estimate. The board, made up of the mayor, comptroller, council president, and five borough presidents had sole authority to decide New York City’s budget and make land use decisions—and that says all you need to know about its clout.

Courts later found the board violated the one person, one vote rule, since large boroughs like Brooklyn and Queens had no more weight than the comparatively tiny Staten Island. The board’s power was stripped away and divided between the mayor and newly expanded city council. Yet during Hulan Jack’s time, the Board of Estimate was everything.

The original groundbreaking ceremony at Lincoln Center provides a roster of famous names. From left, John D. Rockefeller III, President Dwight D. Eisenhower, David M. Keisor, Robert Moses, Hulan Jack, Robert F. Wagner and Malcolm Wilson. PHOTO BY BOB SERATING

The original groundbreaking ceremony at Lincoln Center provides a roster of famous names. From left, John D. Rockefeller III, President Dwight D. Eisenhower, David M. Keisor, Robert Moses, Hulan Jack, Robert F. Wagner and Malcolm Wilson. PHOTO BY BOB SERATING

Eddie Casey was high in Jack’s organization and also served as superintendent of the NYC public pools. Tammany, like many political machines operated on the currency of jobs and favors. In the 1980’s—and to this day, for all I know—the Suffolk County (Long Island) pools were a highly sought after source of summer income for high schoolers serving as life guards. It was commonly understood that, to be eligible for employment, your parents needed to be registered to vote with the Republican Party. No doubt the same was true for NYC during Tammany, but in this case registration would have been with the Democrats.

I’ve noticed a thread through my life, which is a fascination with old stories and aged things: history and genealogy, archaeology, antiques, dilapidated homes and hotels, fading daguerrotypes and old postcards with messages written in an almost-familiar hand. These are things that give one a voyeuristic experience of distant lives. To me, it’s easy to imagine we’re constantly walking through the phantom after-images of the departed and it’s a fertile playground for the imagination.

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MUNDANE MEMORIES MATTER

Authors Look for Details

 

Do you have a stack of envelopes? Letters from an important person or documenting an important event?

Do you have a stack of envelopes? Letters from an important person or documenting an important event?

The second weekend of March is my favorite weekend of the year. Over 100,000 people descend on the desert town of Tucson, Arizona for the annual Tucson Festival of Books. I’ve gone for 7 years in a row and will go each year as long as it’s held.

 

There are all kinds of events: presentations, panels and workshops on various topics, famous authors to meet, and so on. This year I didn’t attend as many events as I usually do because I was busy part of the time selling and signing my own recently published novel (Chasm Creek). I missed a few workshops on memoir writing that I know I would have enjoyed, but I did attend one session that resonated with me.

 

The panel consisted of authors of fiction set in the old west: Kathleen Kent, Nancy Turner, and Ann Weisgarber. If you like really good historical fiction, google them! All are award winners and their books are amazing. The panel was moderated by Thomas Cobb, author of Crazy Heart. He also wrote Shavetail and With Blood in Their Eyes, both winners of major Spur Awards from the Western Writers of America.

 

The topic was “Women of the Old West” and the panelists talked about why they wanted to write about the lives of women in that time period, who had inspired them, and how they did their research.

 

How will future authors conduct their research?

 

Journals contain gems for future writers and historians. What were people concerned about? What did they think was important enough for journaling/analyzing?

Journals contain gems for future writers and historians. What were people concerned about? What did they think was important enough for journaling/analyzing?

These authors spent days, weeks, months reading journals and letters written by the men and woman on the 19th century. They wrote home about commonplace topics: the weather, the birth of farm animals and children (yes, often of equal note). They cooked with wood, or coal. They had a root cellar or they finally bought an ice box.  These details were what the writers wanted: the ordinary, day-to-day information.

Journal writers recorded deaths and tragedies that befell the family. Often, the authors found, there would be days with no entries and then a simple “baby born on Monday” or “Fred died in accident.” As writers they filled in the blanks with their imaginations.

There are also journals, diaries, and letters that recorded world-shaking events such as wars and natural disasters. Yes, these were reported in newspapers and magazines, but those articles don’t give us the personal observations, the personal ramifications, the little details that make a fictional work come alive.

It's not likely that anybody is printing out and saving letters received via email.

It’s not likely that anybody is printing out and saving letters received via email.

It seems the only record of today’s lives are in ephemeral e-mails or Facebook messages. Is anybody compiling these into printed books with bindings that can be stored and pulled out in the future? Of course not.

At the end of the panel, the authors stressed the importance of recording family histories. They spoke of all the diaries and journals and letters they had uncovered and used as source material, how important the small details of everyday life were to bringing their characters and stories to life. Where will future writers go to get these details? What if a writer in 2082 wants to write a story set in 2015?

 

They issued a plea: Go to your relatives armed with questions and tape recorders. Don’t let the memories and moments disappear.

Note: You can do this on your own. Future posts will include information to help you. But if you do feel you need assistance in developing and publishing your family stories, feel free to contact me at www.irwpersonalbiographyservice

Thank you!

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