Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Southerners' Memories: A Time Machine

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They say we Southerners live in the past. That, they say, is our problem; the past is dead, Faulkner or no Faulkner.
I guess I could try to explain, to tell them that for us memory is not an inventory, not a catalog of events, but a time machine. It lifts us off the dull treadmill of grown-up responsibilities to a time of adventure and wonder. The past is not dead, and so the dead are never really gone. We resurrect them, daily, for one more story, one more buck dance or ball game, or one more cast into the cool water.
  Southern Living Magazine

1 comment:

Grandma's Place said...

I like this. I have a million stories. I have a son who is a natural born storyteller. As was my grandma. I think it is a gift to be able to look back and be able to enjoy what has already been given to you by life.. Your stories are all warm and full of unspoken wisdom about looking at life. Keep it up, Brenda. And thanks for sharing. judy

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