I just posted this to myspace, but I figure it belongs here, too.
This is my grandmother and me. I would have had no clue when this was taken if the photo hadn’t been date-stamped on the back–1986. I was 6, she was…65, give or take a year.
I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately.
I owe my Narrative Writing teacher a nonfiction narrative piece but I’ve been utterly clueless about what to write. Some great writer I am.
I forgot I had this photo. I dug it out of a photo album, out of a drawer today. And now I think I know. I think I’m supposed to write about her.
It’s been five years since she died.
But as writers, we don’t always have the stories to write on the tip of our pen. Memories, photos, situations, etc. provide the fuel to our stories, whether they be narrative, fiction or non-fiction. And yes, I believe finding that photo of your grandma means you’re supposed to write about her.
Definitely write about her, I think it would be perfectly fitting.
Were you thinking about her and then happened to find the picture, or found the picture and that’s what made you think about her? Either way, I agree that it means you’re supposed to write about her
I was thinking about her and then remembered my photo album, where I found the photo.
That’s a wonderful photo! Definitely write about her!!