Once a
little girl, with ears to hear, tugged at a grandmother’s sleeve and asked the
older lady to tell her a story . . .
There
is a good deal to be said for oral history.
It may not take the place of an old document, but it is infinitely more
interesting. The colorful slants on a
situation or thing assumed by the teller paint a picture of an attitude of the
time better than any cold piece of paper can.
The memories passed on are filtered, teller after teller, until only the
main nugget or interest remains. Embroidered
they may be, and each embroidered layer has misled many a descendent, but
somewhere even in the telling of them lies a fact, or the story would not be
worthy of its passage through conversations over the years.
On and
on the stories go, unwinding like a ball of colorful yarn to spill on the lap
of the little girl who would one day set out to see for herself which of those
stories were embroidered, and which held an element of truth. Her dream would be to take all of the
colorful yarn and knit it together into a grand adventure of a coverlet to wrap
securely around a family’s sense of self.
I have yet to prove all of those stories, but all I have found,
contained that ‘nugget of truth’. And
more than a few of those stories have pointed me in the direction of the aged
document called ‘proof’.
The
documents we want, for they prove our names and dates upon the paper. But the oral history is in some way, so much
more precious. How many times, I have
wondered, were the stories my parents, aunts, uncles and grandparents told me,
told before? How many ears have heard
them, and how many heard them with ears that were awake?
It has
been well over twenty years since I started this adventure into researching my
ancestry. Now I find it is time I put it
all somewhere safe, somewhere it can be shared, else it die with me when I
pass. So I am putting these stories onto
the cold pieces of paper, along with the documents I found through this
journey.
Celeste your writing is beautiful. I write like I speak and that’s all over and everywhere. Please wire the Book. It will be a blessing and treasure to your descendants.
ReplyDeleteAunt Meta gave my great grandmother a cross. It was Lutheran in design and antique as it could be. I think the origin was from a 2 or 3 great aunt of David Loepp’s for David to give to his wife. I don’t think it had been worn by anyone because it was perfect and very blackened. It had the script, Loepp on it. GGrandma Loepp McKean gave it to my mother and then it came to me because my mother said I was the only religious one in the family. I sent it to my niece after wearing it just a few times and I didn’t polish it. Timery Wellman now has because her husband is a Lutheran minister. I’m not sure if Timery ever knew it came from me and was her wedding gift. She lives in Michigan. She’s Timery Carlson on Facebook.
I also have a Linen and crocheted bed spread. One side of the linen is thread-bare and slightly torn. Mom, gave that bedspread to me because I gave up the cross. I had no idea she plans on gifting me the wedding gift made by Meta for Martha. I know they were very close and heard Aunt Meta’s name often. Are you from Colorado? Thank you so very much for writing. Our family of Loepp descendants is really growing. My email is: susankaylazenby@gmail.com