Five Minute Friday: Story

“Read me a story.”

More than anything, my life has been marked by stories, either reading them or writing them.

Middle-aged blonde woman reading a book while sitting on top of a picnic table in summer

We all have a story to tell about who we are, where we came from and the people who have shaped us.

Some of my earliest memories with my dad are of listening to him read the Sunday comics to me after church. I would sit on his lap and he’d let me pick the comics for him to read while Mom finished preparing our dinner. I remember Mom snuggled next to me, reading a book to me before nap time. When I was older, I’d lay on the living room sofa with my nose in a biography for hours on hot summer days or long winter Friday nights. I was as much fascinated by the person’s story as by how the writer told it.

As a writer, I use my words to give people a different perspective on a situation or even, on a neighbor. Early in my career I was editor of a small town newspaper. Most weeks we included a feature story about one of the area’s citizens. “You write what people want others to know about them,” someone said to me. I took it as praise; far higher praise than I knew was intended. As any one who has lived in a small town knows, the smaller the town, the faster familiarity in-breeds contempt. I loved telling those stories because I knew that at least for a moment, my stories reminded neighbors of the goodness in others.

Our own story deserves to be told and we owe it to ourselves to learn the stories of our ancestors and to share those with our children and grandchildren. By telling our story, we understand ourselves better and others understand us better as well. The more we know about where we came from and the people who have shaped us, the more we appreciate our own wonderful and unique selves.


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  1. YES! I agree!

    This post brought back a wonderful memory for me. I don’t remember any of the comics my grandpa read me, but I remember sitting in his lap, going through all the strips in the “funny paper” on Sunday afternoon.

    The real story is that I bonded with my grandpa, right?

    Laura Hedgecock

  2. One statement from this post really jumped out to me: “By telling our story, we understand ourselves better and others understand us better as well.” I think this is one reason why I continue to blog. Writing out my thoughts allows me to understand them better. (Because it takes work to get that “aha” moment into actual words on paper…or on screen.) And you’re right, the more we share, and allow ourselves to be vulnerable, the more we understand ourselves and also find common ground and understanding with others. Keep sharing!

  3. I love what you said here … I say in my own blog, I want to be a story teller and a story collector … to revel in each others’.

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