The inspiration for writing A Past Worth Telling was to tell my story for posterity, for family, for friends, for those interested in cultural capsules of history; I had a lifetime of experiences and wanted to leave a legacy for future research into this time period. I wrote a poetical memoir because I found the short capsules an easy way for me to tell my story, about my past. I love storytelling and do that almost daily in the classroom and decided it was time to document my life’s experiences for others. Perhaps readers may gain an appreciation of the wonders of childhood, nature and exploration with friends.
My book begins with a portrayal of quieter, simpler times in rural Massachusetts. Today’s world is rife with technology, and people are multi-tasking and losing some of the focus on tasks. I hope readers gain an insight into learning for learning’s sake, and that family values are important. We enjoyed carefree days of play, not only in the summer, but also in the winter without having to wait for someone to drive us somewhere. We simply went out into our yards and played with friends and family members. We enjoyed fresh picked blueberries. We learned an appreciation of nature. We created our own entertainment.
Do you remember as a young child how you liked playing with the boxes rather than with what came inside them? If our children relied more on their imaginations and creativity and spent less time with technological gadgets, we might have more balanced and well-rounded individuals in society capable of conversation with one another. This poetical memoir recalls fond childhood memories in Massachusetts as seen through my eyes and those of my sisters. These are followed by life in Colorado, Germany and Central New York. It is intended to document those memories for future generations and for anyone interested in such tales. Childhood in rural Western Massachusetts in the 1940s and early 1950s offered carefree days filled with playing, learning and exploring with minimal adult supervision. Today children seldom experience such freedom and have so many more structured group activities and adults to run their lives. With advancements in technology, today’s young people engage in activities that I never envisioned when growing up. There are advantages to being allowed to play outside on our own as we did in Sturbridge, Monson and Palmer in Massachusetts. We learned to problem solve and settle disputes when they arose. We had an appreciation for nature and nature’s creatures. We savored horehound drops, penny candy, Mary Ann Cookies, crackers and pickles from the barrel at the Old Sturbridge Village General Store with the wooden Indian Chief outside. It is intended to document those memories for future generations and for anyone interested in such tales. The result may evoke fond memories of one’s own youth.