Some afterthoughts 50 years later…
“Memoir is about handing over your life to someone and saying, This is what I went through, this is who I am, and maybe you can learn something from it.” Jeannette Walls, an American writer and journalist.
Memoir simply is a French word for memory. Some just stick in your craw and won’t go away.
I remember a number of such incidents as a self-unaware, college student. I had a lovely, growing relationship with a coed from another school.
She was buoyant and spontaneous. I remember once we ate at a down-home diner and I scarfed an exceedingly, unhealthy, chili dog down my innards in about 3 nanoseconds. On the way out the door she laughed and noted that she could drop some of her table manners with me at times, when, I was so engrossed in the “food race” that I wouldn’t notice.
Then on meeting her parents and…
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