This week’s contribution is reflection rather than fiction but once I saw the photo prompt I had to get this out of my system. I hope you don’t mind.
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Friday Fictioneers prompt for November 28, 2014 ©Randy Mazie
Making Jam – a work in progress …..
I read once that when an old woman dies, a library burns. It wasn’t until my mother’s death that I was hit with the absolute truth of that statement.
Where are all those members of our far-flung family that left Ireland during waves of emigration? What stories were never told because they seemed irrelevant or were too painful? Did I imagine it, or did you tell me that my Grandmother wrote a book on botany?
And by the way, how much water do you add to blackcurrant jam?
When an old woman dies a library burns. We are each a library in the making. Collect and share well.
©Siobhán McNamara
What a fantastic expression and a wonderful piece of writing.
Thank you,I’m glad it worked 🙂
I really enjoyed this one. I had a feeling you were up to something when you mentioned your family’s past. It was a clever and insightful connection; people and their wealth of knowledge are hardly separable.
Thank you, that’s so true
I love this. It’s absolutely true, so many family traditions and recipes get lost along the way.
Thanks for reading, I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
An excellent piece. Very thoughtful. Well done Siobhan. Only the other evening, whilst talking about my father, I realised I didn’t know something that only he could tell me.
Thanks Sandra 🙂
I’ve never thought of it that way. A whole lifetime of knowledge gone in an instant.
People are a wealth of knowledge but we seldom stop and think how relevant that might be to our own lives. Thanks for stopping by 🙂
Ok, this is very clever. As I read through to the end, I could not help but agree wholeheartedly with the sentiment. Well done
Thank you, I wasn’t sure whether to post this or not, but I couldn’t get beyond it to another story. I’m glad now that I went with it 🙂
Fantastic! And just goes to show that when you have to write something out of your system, it works. 😉
There’s so much I wish I could ask my grandparents now that I’m an adult. So much I took for granted….
Thank you Joanna, I’m glad it worked and that people could connect with it 🙂
Dear Siobhán,
You took my breath away with this one. I’d never heard the expression before and now I will never forget it. Stunning. Simply stunning.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle. It certainly is a beautiful and thought-provoking expression. It stuck with me too 🙂
Oh I totally agree.. all those memories.. some might be recalled by others – gone.. BTW my great grandfather did write a book on botany.. but I think it’s on wikipedia 🙂
Thanks for reading. It is quite a thought that our knowledge and experience is unique to us
I might have not understood this as well if I didn’t sped Thanksgiving with my friend and her sister.Their other sister had died recently and so they had come across old writings and pictures from her and their mother. They shared them with me as they have no children of their own.
I can imagine it must have felt like a lovely privilege to have had such an insight into the life of your friend’s sister. Thanks for reading 🙂
Oh yes. What knowledge we have in our memories, and how sad that so much is lost. I loved your story.
Thank you Margaret, I’m glad you enjoyed it:)
Siobhan, I LOVE this idea! The metaphor is beautiful; the writing is fantastic!
Thank you so much Dawn. I almost didn’t post this but I’m very glad I did 🙂
and so true when an old man dies, too, if i may add.
I’m glad you drew attention to that, plaridel. I did think about how I could work it into the story without breaking the flow but it was enough of a challenge to rein it in to 100 words. Thanks for reading 🙂
When a person dies, all his stories, memories, thoughts and ideas cease to exist. And that is something phenomenal and so melancholic at the same time.
And you express it so well in this tale, with the wonderful metaphor. Great job. 🙂
-HA
It is certainly a sobering thought and also a great reflection on the wealth of knowledge we accumulate. Thanks for reading 🙂
Dear Siobhan,
This was stellar work and so very true. Same for anyone who dies. We take with us all of our experience and memories and those who are left must relearn everything. My library is burring as we speak. it is one of the reasons that I write….and I wish I’d written your story. Very well done.
Aloha,
Doug
I am very moved by your comments Doug and glad that you found such a connection with the story. Thank you for stopping by and sharing your response 🙂
I really enjoyed this essay and its message. Well done!
Thank you Jan 🙂
Wow! I love it. I didn’t know what you mean about a library burns till the end. Thank you for the story.
Lily
Thank you Lily, I’m glad you liked it:)
Siobhan, That’s so true. Sometimes I’m wondering about some fact I’d like to know and without thinking I absentmindedly have it in my head to ask one of my parents. Then I realize how impossible that is. When they’re gone it’s gone. Well written. — Susan
Thanks Susan. That was one of the strangest things to get used to when my mother died, and something that had never occurred to me beforehand.
That’s a really astute observation. Something to mull over.
Thanks patrickprinsloo, I found it quite a thought-provoking idea and am really pleased with the repsonse to this post.
Many thanks also for the reblog 🙂
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I rather like this. Definitely worth a read.
Love this … and I think there’s a lot of truth in that phrase! 🙂
Oh, I liked this a lot.