Who Am I?

blancheYears ago, my mother, growing older and, I suppose, becoming more aware of her own mortality, decided to write a “book” of her memories about childhood and growing up in rural Tennessee.  She made copies of her completed manuscript and gave them to various family members. I read it and put it aside, but did register a copyright on it so that there would be a record of its existence some place.

The other day my daughter visited grandma and came back asking me about grandma’s book, so I dug out the yellowing manuscript and made a copy for her.  I looked at the manuscript again myself, a simple telling of the story of one family, and thought how lucky I am to have such a record.

I have always known my history. It is surprising how many people “don’t know who they are.” People seem to have an inert need to know whom their natural parents are, where they came from, even if they are unable to directly contact them.

My mother told us tales about our grandparents and great grandparents over and over as children so that we would not forget. Nevertheless, as I read thru the pages of her manuscript, I realized that there were many details given that I did not recall. The retelling of the stories has not been too important to me, and so my children will have less to tell, and my grandchildren probably nothing at all. How fortunate that she has taken the time to write this down.

The stories are simple:  childhood games, working in the fields, washing in wash pots, making lye soap, pea picking, quilting, going to church in the wagon, all the things that made up rural life in the ‘20s. But more importantly, stories of love, pride, honesty, belief in God, and basic values that were passed along with the stories.  The manuscript is a special treasure to our family. In the retelling of events, there is much accounting of community activities, events and lifestyle of years past. While it is not something that would interest a publisher, it is too good not to share with others.

So, I took a giant leap and called the Tennessee State Archives.  I had heard that they sometimes accept family histories and keep them in the archives on permanent retention. When I called, they said that they would be happy to consider accepting my mother’s manuscript. I’ve taken the manuscript to them and asked for it to be placed in the record. It seems there is a committee that decides. The committee will meet again in a few weeks and decide whether it has significant enough value to retain.

Why are so few people doing this?  The person with whom I spoke said that many families try to get older family members to make records of their memories before it is too late.  But more often than not, it is too much trouble or they never get around to it. When they die, their memories die with them and are lost forever. It is exciting to me to know that my family’s story will live forever and be available for future generations of scholars doing research or learning about history or for decedents trying to find their roots.

It really isn’t so hard. If you don’t write, buy a little tape recorder. Get grandma talking about the olden days. Ask her a few questions. She will love the attention, and you will get a record of the past that will probably be invaluable to your children. You may decide to have it transcribed and put on public record as I did. Or you can copy it and give it to other close families for a meaningful gift they will never forget.

Copyright 1999 Sheila Moss
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About Sheila Moss

My stories are about daily life and the funny things that happen to all of us. My columns have been published in numerous newspapers, magazines, anthologies, and websites. SUBSCRIBE to my weekly columns hot off the keyboard and not available on my blog: humorcolumnist-subscribe@yahoogroups.com
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8 Responses to Who Am I?

  1. I enjoy these types stories the most.

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  2. Sure wish I had that. My grandparents (both sides) emigrated here so the stories would be full of cultural changes. Unfortunately everyone who knows anything is long gone. While they were here, I was too young to be interested. You don’t get a second chance after they’re gone.

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  3. Nice, Sheila. Thank you for sharing the importantce of memories and in particular, your own mother’s memories. Good for her and good for you!

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  4. energywriter says:

    So glad you did this! What a gift to future generations.

    I’m now the oldest person in my family. As great-grandma I hold the history, but I’m not sure if I remember the elders’ stories correctly. I’ve tried writing down just my parents and I and became so depressed I stopped. I didn’t want to stay in that time and place. Perhaps I’ll try again someday. What I’ve written is saved on a flash drive. sd

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  5. Bun Karyudo says:

    That’s very interesting. I hope the committee decide to include your family history. 🙂

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