Friday, 1 May 2009
MEMOIRABELIA
"Memoirs can often appear 'flat' and have less meaning for modern readers. This Blog is about bringing your experiences to life, so that rather than events remaining as significant points in time to you alone -you bring them to life by plotting and developing characters, storyline and conflict-for everyone to share."
Below is today's contribution......
'I was born around 2 pm on the twenty-ninth of May, 1945, in a Catholic nursing home for unmarried mothers somewhere in North London. Outside, military personnel, men and women,thronged the pavements, laughing, singing, and shouting whilst others worked in groups erecting trestle-tables in preparation for the weekend’s continuation of the Victory celebrations.That day everyone was deliriously happy. The War had ended. They had survived.The Sisters of Faith assisted my mother in bringing me into the free world. I was surrounded by sombre-faced nuns whose singular purpose was to provide a bridge of humanity between an unmarried, eighteen-year-old girl and her newborn child, and a largely uncaring world where she would be judged as a ‘fallen woman’; a place that decreed my mother’s shame, and mine by association, should be hidden from public view.To accommodate our disgrace, arrangements were made for George and Dolly Fowler, from faraway Brighton, to adopt me –so that my mother’s infamy would be erased.From-'A Mother to Kill a Son' In this excerpt I am setting the scene,describing Nicky' Fowler's beginnings,the environment where the roots of his sense of worthlessness were born. '
Now it's your turn.... enter your exerpt in comments..
Ross Martin(author)
A Mother to Kill a Son.http://www.brightonboy.co.uk
Below is today's contribution......
'I was born around 2 pm on the twenty-ninth of May, 1945, in a Catholic nursing home for unmarried mothers somewhere in North London. Outside, military personnel, men and women,thronged the pavements, laughing, singing, and shouting whilst others worked in groups erecting trestle-tables in preparation for the weekend’s continuation of the Victory celebrations.That day everyone was deliriously happy. The War had ended. They had survived.The Sisters of Faith assisted my mother in bringing me into the free world. I was surrounded by sombre-faced nuns whose singular purpose was to provide a bridge of humanity between an unmarried, eighteen-year-old girl and her newborn child, and a largely uncaring world where she would be judged as a ‘fallen woman’; a place that decreed my mother’s shame, and mine by association, should be hidden from public view.To accommodate our disgrace, arrangements were made for George and Dolly Fowler, from faraway Brighton, to adopt me –so that my mother’s infamy would be erased.From-'A Mother to Kill a Son' In this excerpt I am setting the scene,describing Nicky' Fowler's beginnings,the environment where the roots of his sense of worthlessness were born. '
Now it's your turn.... enter your exerpt in comments..
Ross Martin(author)
A Mother to Kill a Son.http://www.brightonboy.co.uk
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