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School at SevenBlogger Lisa Reiter has launched “Bite Size Memoirs.” She writes two poignant examples of the accepted styles for the prompt which is brief.

While I’m not a memoirist, I do draw heavily upon experience to create story ideas. Memories often lead me to reflect.

For instance, my novel “Miracle of Ducks,” is based on my experiences of sharing a life with a former Army Ranger and his obsession with German Short-haired Pointers. Fictionalizing those experiences allows me to explore the realm of “what if…”

Right away I was drawn to Lisa’s challenge. I believe in the power of prompts to spark creativity; the magic of constraints to improve writing; and the joy of practicing craft with other writers. It’s like musicians who gather and just jam.

After reflecting on Lisa’s first prompt, I realized what a tumultuous time age seven was for me. I hardly remember school that year, but I have one vivid memory related to seven and school. What follows is what I mined from that memory for “Bite Size Memoir No. 1.”

School at Seven by Charli Mills

Morning, and it’s the last day of school at Sunnyslope. Not for the year. Just for me. My parents bought a store and a pink house near Lake Tahoe.

Mrs. Vineyard says I can build snowmen at recess where I’m going. It doesn’t snow in Hollister where apricots grow, planted by great-grandpa Bumpa who lives at the place smelling like hospitals.

I like Bumpa and bingo and horses. Not doctors.

Papa, drives slowly down the steep hill overlooking turkey barns and old scrap. We don’t talk about the other grandfather or why my parents are moving. It feels like it’s my fault, and misery squats on my shoulders the way blackbirds roost in eucalyptus trees. Papa stops the car. He leans over and offers me a choice of three candies. Big bars of chocolate. I choose the Baby Ruth.

Seven was not a sweet year, but I remember that clemency.

(Look for new prompts on Fridays  at Sharing the Story, and follow along on Twitter at #BiteSizeMemoir.)

 


13 Comments

  1. Nice ‘memory’. I’ve just recently become interested in the memoir style of writing and will definitely check out Lisa’s ‘Bite Size Memoirs’.

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Lisa is going to issue a prompt every Friday. It’s a great way to practice and get comfortable with writing “memory,” and read other pieces. You can place your response in her comments if you don’t have a direct blog. Give it a go!

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  2. Annecdotist says:

    Beautifully written poignant piece, Charli, you say a lot in those few words. As you know, I’m somewhat resistant to memoir, but might have a bash at this before Thursday.

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Funny, Anne, I feel resistant, too. I think I felt more open to it as I realized I could still treat it creatively, though truthfully from my own memory and perspective. This is going to be a good exercise for me. Have a bash at it!

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  3. Lisa Reiter says:

    So evocative of a child’s perspective, Charli. The smells and our associations with visiting people in care and also how a seven year old ends up feeling responsible for bad or sad things especially when the grown-up don’t talk about them. Thank you so much for being so quick off the mark. I should expect nothing less of my favourite buckaroo but it’s great you’re my ‘first’ 😊

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  4. Definitely sounds like there is more to come and am looking forward to reading it.

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  5. Christian says:

    I too draw from memories of yesterday when I think of things to write about. And yes … school when we were kids could be a great source especially when touching on innocence and childhood naughtiness.

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  6. Norah says:

    A very poignant piece, Charli, charged with lots of emotion. I particularly like the imagery in “misery squats on my shoulders the way blackbirds roost in eucalyptus trees”. Very evocative; and so sad for a seven-year old to feel such heartache.

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