Friday, January 25, 2008
I've been scrap booking - looking through my parents' high school memorabilia and organizing it. My mother really kept a beautiful crap book of her years as cheer leader and member of just about every club and team in her tiny town high school. she saved her boy friend's cartoons, and notes to and from people I heard about all through my childhood. I think, from reading the notes, that she was a little wilder than she made herself out to be - but the story she told of her high school years matches pretty well with the story in the scrap book. The thing that's odd is that the story in Daddy's yearbooks doesn't match what I remember being told (by Mama, not by Daddy himself) of his extreme accomplishments in high school. He wasn't valedictorian, as I'd been told, not even an honor student. He did the lights for the high school shows and was on the newspaper staff. That's pretty much it, except for a couple of pictures of him squiring beauties. I wonder when and how the story changed. I would have been much more comfortable with the real story - a story more like my own. I really hope I haven't prettied up my stories for future generations. I hope they ring true.