A few years ago when I met Jon Katz, our Hubbard Hall Writer’s Group leader and esteemed Author and Blogger, I shared with him, my interest in writing. He suggested that I start a Blog. Although I appreciated his encouragement, borne from his sound wisdom and experience, I just had no idea where to begin. I knew that it was something that I had to figure out sooner or later, and I put it on the back burner. I was stymied. I couldn’t possibly imagine what I could or would write about. Furthermore, I worried about what I could write that would be interesting, and hopefully capture someone’s attention. All questions for which I had no answers.
When our Writer’s Group formed in June, 2012, I knew I had to quickly find answers to these questions. With Jon’s guidance, and the individual and collective wisdom of our group members, answers to the questions started forming, and Merganser’s Crossing was born.
Today, 8 months later I’m writing my 100th post. I’m speechless about this number and this milestone. Not in my wildest dreams or logical thoughts did I ever believe that not only would I be writing, but that I would also have an infinite number of ideas of things to write about.
What I think shocks me even more is having discovered my love for drawing. Jon warned us that our stories must all be illustrated in some way — whether by photograph, drawing, or symbolism.
So, when I created the “Travels with Dad” series, I knew that I didn’t have photos to support all of the stories. This meant that I had to begin drawing. I could have pulled media off the internet, but that seemed so inauthentic. In having to do my own illustrations, I discovered that while I may not have the skills of an art gallery artist, I so enjoy drawing, and think, at least in most cases, that my drawings have logically supported my stories.
So, while reflecting on these last several months and what they have meant to me, I can’t help but feel incredible indebtedness to Jon and my fellow group members for their support, their unmatched creativity, their steadfastness to their own dreams, and their never-ending support of each other. None of this self-exploration and uncovering of a love for story telling would have happened without them. For this, I’m eternally grateful. Thank you, my special friends.
To my dear readers: This endeavor would seem somewhat senseless without you. I owe a debt of gratitude to each person who has visited.
I have also met a special cyber friend from the West Coast who motivates and inspires by sharing so much of her own life stories with me. Thank you, Ann, for your kindness and willingness to share.
I know that some of my readers have read everything. These people would be my three mothers.
My biological mother, Ann has not only read all of my posts, but has also contributed bits of information to many of them about my father. Without her willingness to relive old times with me, coupled with allowing me to write about Dad and my special time with him, “Travels with Dad” wouldn’t exist.
My mother-in-law, Helen, has been so kind with her comments and encouragement throughout this project. She has a unique understanding of the importance of human connections, and understood during the years that Dad and I hung out together. I am truly blessed that my husband has an angel for a mother.
Mama Farkle, also known as Patti, is my dear friend Jill’s mother, who lived through so much of the early years with us, and knows firsthand of the difficult times that Dad and I had. She has commented in one way or another on every one of my posts. I thank you, Mama F., for the special attention you bestowed upon me when I was a young child, and for your continued attentiveness and guidance now.
Love, from the depths of my heart to my three special mothers.