I’m always looking for ideas for these blogs. Sometimes they
come thick and fast, and other times not so much. The other day I telling
someone about my childhood in the Northwest, and the eruption of Mount St.
Helens, and it hit me: what a good idea for a blog!
Thank goodness I check myself from time to time. It turns
out I wrote about St. Helens back on July 13, 2011.
Goodness! I almost repeated myself!
But we repeat ourselves all the time. We create our own
mythologies, and refine them. I watched my mother do it over time: she repeated
her childhood stories over and over again, and they evolved subtly over time,
becoming more and more flattering to herself and her family.
I leave it to you to wonder how much of my material is real
and how much is – ahem – refined.
Because I freely admit that I am my mother’s son.
(And, if
you feel like it, you can read about Mount St. Helens here. It’s not a bad
little attempt at a
remembrance.
(And it’s mostly true.)
(And it’s mostly true.)
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