Marcia Moston
September means back to school for me too, as I begin my
fall workshops on memoir at the OLLI center on the Furman campus. For many of
us who have now reached the front of the line, with no parents left ahead to
buffer our illusion of immortality, assessing where we’ve been and what we’ve
done plays as big a part as figuring our what we’re going to do.
I don’t think looking back is a maudlin activity, but rather
a chance to sort out some things for ourselves and to pass on a legacy for
those we love. At the very least it’s an opportunity to let the kids and
grandkids know we actually were young once.
One way to stir up
filed-away, but not forgotten, moments is to go through old pictures.
