Grandkids are great fodder for books. I love this picture of two of our grandkids. It reminds me of Happy Days. You know, two teenagers sipping on a drink in a soda shop. Of course, my grandkids here aren't teenagers, but it makes me think of that.
It also puts me to mind of great friends. This picture could trigger an idea for a book of a budding romance that started as friends when they were little kids.
Ideas for writing come from everywhere. Many times pictures spur that in me when nothing else can. It's a jumping off point. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. For me, the picture gets those thousand words on the page! Magazine pictures, websites, and yes, even the grandkids. It's all fair game.
Life is full of snapshots. You know, those moments in your day that for some reason stick with you for a long time. I'm always amazed at the trivial things that stick with me. For instance, when I was in fifth grade, school let out and it was pouring down rain. I normally walked home (about 12 blocks), but on this particular day, my mom was there to pick me up. I remember the smell of the rain, the chill in the air, the pounding of the rain on our car, the blurry windshield wipers, and running into the house where a pot of chili simmered on the stove.
I wonder if that sticks with me because I felt secure, cared for, loved? I didn't have to walk home in the cold rain. After school, I was hungry and hot soup waited for me. My mom's actions were an expression of love and it stuck with me.
Do you have a random memory? One that makes you wonder why you remembered it, but there it is?
Labels: memories, pictures, Reading, snapshots, writing
7 Comments:
What a beautiful memory. I remember when I was eleven and our barn burned down. It was a horrible nightmare, and I was very traumatized. After all the firefighting was done by our neighbors--there was no fire department where we were--my father came in with my mother and sat on my bed as I tried to get back to sleep, and he said, "Punkin', I know we've lost a lot, but you've got to remember we still have each other." Since Daddy wasn't a demonstrative man, that stuck with me.
Wow, what a precious memory, Cheryl! Thanks for sharing!
I remember being 6 years & waking up to watch Astro boy, having fun with my brothers & sister, bad memories with a dad with Post-Traumatic Stress and recently remembering good memories about my dad as he slowly dies and the funny things he says due to his confusion from the meds he's taking. And thankful for being a scrapbooker so I have layouts to look at and can show my children who my dad was and what a great man he is
Love that, Di! I remember when I was in the 4th grade, the boy who passed out the milk and straws always gave me a whole handful of straws. I have no idea what I did with them now, but I had such a crush on him! LOL
Really a nice memory!
Really a nice memory!
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