Last weekend Jackie French mesmerised and intrigued Booklinks members and the public by speaking about the women history hides to raise money for an upcoming Symposium on literature and writing centres. This is my account of listening to her talk.
It was a shocking morning, hearing all about stabbings in London. I could scarcely keep the tears from rolling down my face. Oh what are we doing – humanity? I wasn’t sure if I could leave the house, and if just a day of meditation and prayers, or a solitary walk in nature, might be the way to go. That’s my sensitive poet’s heart; I am sure a lot of other’s people’s hearts were breaking too.
But I gave myself a stern talking to, Jackie French one of my all time favourite authors was in town, and was going to give a talk. ‘Get on that bus June and go be with…
Today I’ve been working on a story about a trip I made to Kiribati when I was in my twenties to include in my memoir. I had been thinking about this experience a lot lately and vivid memories of some of the incredible people I met have been resurfacing.
I’ve been particularly thinking about how travel to somewhere quite different from where you have been raised enables you to see yourself more clearly.
I was looking up some of the online photographs and websites to further trigger my memories and came across a story site Kiribati Stories. It was such an amazing site that I wanted to share the link here on my blog, I encourage you to visit Kiribati Stories.
It is so heartening to see cultural repositories like this springing up on the internet, and being supported in their development. It makes me think about the possiblities for my blog Follow the Crow Song, as a family repository. I really ought to get some video and sound captures happening on that blog now that I have those kind of skills.
It will mean visiting, and skyping family and inviting more of their input. How far do I want to throw the net for writing to include on this blog? I definitely want some grandparent stories happening there! Is it just my own memories or do I want for instance to get my dear husband to write more of his stories, which he tends to tell to the children over and over and would the people who inspire me like to make an appearance.
I wonder what will become of all the blogs and websites being created.
Will they need custodians who create new ones that link back to them? What will become of my blogs when I am gone?
I am thinking I will ask my children to do this for me, and hoping they will want to take it on board, or maybe a grandchild if I have one will. I will see what the future brings.
I will keep the future generations in mind as I work on my blogs, especially my memoir, cultural one.