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LOST WITHOUT A CLUE

Part 1, The Ebor House Series

I kid you not: I could get lost in a room. 

So – naturally – I got lost while coming home from an appointment in a nearby town.

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The key to getting lost graciously is to act as if where you’ve ended up is where you’d meant to go all along. But I was too agog at where I’d ended up to even pretend to be gracious. My mouth fell open.

Blog Photo - Bond Head Whtie fence and flowers

In no time at all, I’d gone from modern streets and brand-new neighborhoods to this old country road and a feeling that I’d time-traveled into the 1800’s. Beautiful old houses flanked both sides of the road.

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And I knew, without being told, that some of these homes had belonged to certain local families for generations. It was that kind of place.

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Most were surrounded by expansive grounds with big old trees…

Blog Photo - Bond Head Grey House and Lawn

Sweeping lawns and glorious gardens.

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On the lake side of the street, were more gardens, houses and infinite vistas….

Blog Photo - Bond Head Bayard and lake

Parkland and beaches and families at play….

Blog Photo - Bond head family playing by lake

Boats at the marina…

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People fishing…

Blog Photo - Bond Head Marina, Boats and Man fishing

Where on earth was I?

Blog Photo - Bond Head Boats at marina

Not one to panic till I’d run out of options, I kept going…  and thought I’d seen that enormous old tree just a minute or so before I turned…

Blog Photo - Bond Head huge tree and fence

So I turned around again and kept going…..

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And discovered a sign…..

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Historic Bond Head.

I’d never heard of it.

Later, I’d learn that Bond Head, formerly known as Port Newcastle, was once a thriving harbour, with ships ferrying cargo to and from Quebec, Toronto to the west, Kingston to the east and various American ports.

In 1856, Bond Head and the neighboring village merged under the name of Newcastle. The overall region is now known as Clarington.

But right now, I was just busy being lost.

And then I saw a strangely beautiful old house.

This house must have a great story, I thought.

And this is how I met a man named Ron, whose historic home had belonged to generations of an illustrious Bond Head family which counted as relatives two Lord Mayors of London, England, and had a big impact on the life of many Canadians, including themselves.

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Imagination in Memoir Writing

Every so often, I come across a post from a writer who claims that one of the main differences between writing fiction and writing memoir is the use of imagination: fiction writers are unlimited in their use of imagination but memoir writers have to stick to the facts they remember.

Nonsense.

The use of imagination can lift a memoir from a retelling of events as remembered to storytelling at its best. Why?

Most people write a memoir long after the events they describe have passed. If you’re lucky, you may have a photo, a letter, a journal – something to help trigger memories. But most likely, what you have is a sketchy memory of what happened.

Most of the writers I work with are also writing their memoirs long after the people who played a key role in their lives have passed. Almost always, I hear:

“I wish I’d asked my father…”, or “I wish I’d thought to ask my mother…”

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Imagination can help us to fill in the blanks. It can help us to paint a picture in the reader’s mind, to flesh out a scene, and enhance our reader’s comprehension of what we’re trying to share.

A bit of imagination can enhance a fragment of memory. It can help you to surmise the season when an event took place, and even the occasion.

“I remember my mother walking down the front steps of our house. I don’t remember what month it was, but I figure it was deep winter because my mother wore her thick winter coat, the good one. The one she wore to church or some special occasion on a very cold day.”

Metaphors and Similes

The tiniest, easiest brushstrokes of imagination are metaphors and similes. They can also deliver big impact.

A simple metaphor can help you hear a sound: “His voice was crushed gravel.”

A simile can be more descriptive than a hundred words. “She was bent over as she walked, looking more like a 90 year old woman than the 50 year old she was.”

“As if”

One of the workshops I most enjoy facilitating is on the use of two words: ‘as if’.

“Write about a scene or feeling you experienced,” I tell the group. “Use the words ‘as if’ to help the reader understand what it was like.”

‘As if’ can be magical – taking both writer and reader into another dimension.

I share one or more examples:

“His insult hit me hard. It was as if he’d punched me in my gut.”

“The morning sun was so bright, it was as if everything around me had turned to gold.”

“My father hung up the phone without speaking but his face was crumpled, as if he had just received disastrous news.”

The next time someone says memoir-writing does not require imagination, don’t accept it. Meanwhile, enjoy using your imagination to bring your writing alive.

My best,

Cynthia.

A Good Home, An Honest House, Author Cynthia Reyes, Book Reviews, Books

An Honest House

Great thanks to Kevin Cooper for this fabulous review. I was so glad to read it!

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The Second One

A second cake, a second book.

A second painting, a second dish.

Each brings its own kind of worry.

That you’ve let down the side somehow.

Missed something, screwed up something.

Put in curry when it should have been cumin.

Painted light blue where it should have been green.

Said hello again instead of letting things end at goodbye.

Then the fear that those who loved the first will hate the second. 

And your name will be mud, but none will look you in the eye and say so.

There’s only one thing to do, I know, because I’ve worried about many things.

Look your fear right in the eye, sit down somewhere comfortable, and laugh and laugh.

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Dedicated to Brenda and everyone else who’s ever created a second something.

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