Tuesday, February 4, 2020

A mother is “the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street”


Last week in the memoir class I lead, we discussed the importance of bringing a memoir’s main characters to life.

Readers need to feel they’re at least acquainted with (and maybe even attached to) key people. You don’t need to flesh out every person in your memoir, but readers want to connect with your main characters. When they do, they feel more immersed in your story and keep reading.

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 Similarly, you don’t need to tell readers everything about a key character. Discern the most relevant attributes and leave out the rest. If your character was an avid fisherman and a Kansas City Chiefs fan but those details have no relevance to your story, you can probably leave out that information. (How about those Chiefs and their Super Bowl win?!)

In Writing the Memoir, Judith Barrington says, “Characters come alive when you pick the particularly telling details that can make the difference between a cardboard character and a real, live person.” She says we should select “those few [details] that capture the essence of that person . . . a quirk of speech, a mannerism, the way his hair falls across his face, an item of clothing, the smell of her, or how she walks.”

Today let’s think about mothers—maybe your mother, a friend’s mother, a friend or relative who is a mother, or a mother-in-law. You want to create realistic characters, capturing their most significant features and actions and habits and mannerisms.

Mary Larmoyeux shows us a lovely poem, "Your Mother Is Always With You," by Deborah R. Culver:

Your mother is always with you.
She’s the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street.
She’s the smell of certain foods you remember,
flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself.
She’s the cool hand on your brow
when you’re not feeling well.
She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,
the colors of a rainbow;
she is Christmas morning.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She’s the place you came from, your first home,
and she’s the map you follow with every step you take.
She’s your first love, your first friend,
even your first enemy,
but nothing on earth can separate you—
not time, not space, not even death.
(Deborah R. Culver, "Your Mother Is Always With You," 
used by permission)


Then Mary Larmoyeux paraphrased Deborah’s poem to describe her own mother. Here are excerpts from her "My Mother Is Always With Me":

My mother is . . . the reminder that things work out.
She’s the smell of sugar cookies . . .
and Sunday roast . . .
and the sight of kneading bread. 
She’s the hand that picked Magnolias,
the sound of prayers with Dad.
She’s the word of kindness needed,
the trust that God’s nearby. . . .
She’s the place that I came from, my first home—
one I’ll always know. . . .
(Mary Larmoyeux, “My Mother Is Always With Me.”)

Set aside a few minutes to do what Mary did:  Using Deborah R. Culver’s original quote for inspiration, capture the essence of the mother you’re writing about.

Was she refined and elegant—or salty like Tugboat Annie?

Was she boisterous—or mild-mannered?

Wild and scatterbrained—or methodical and orderly?

Courageous—or cowardly?

Haughty and self-important—or humble and modest?

Self-absorbed—or selfless?

Savvy, graceful, strong—or uninformed, clumsy, weak?  

Petite—or tall?

Slender—or obese?

Did she have a sense of humor—or was she clueless?

What were her rituals, her habits, her hobbies, her quirks?

Did she have a short fuse? A voice like an angel? A contagious laugh? A heart of gold?

What did she believe?

What did she live for?

Review the attributes Deborah R. Culver
and Mary Larmoyeux used.

Capture similar details about a mother in your story.

All of us have stories about a mother—your mother,
a friend’s mother, a friend who is a mother,
 or your mother-in-law.
Make her come alive for your readers.

Make time to write.
If you will, your readers and their families
will be all the richer for them.



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