Thursday, March 19, 2015
The Mythologized Story of Our Births - Part One
All children mythologize their birth. It is a universal trait. You want to know someone? Heart, mind and soul? Ask him to tell you about when he was born. What you get won’t be the truth: it will be a story. And nothing is more telling than a story.
Diane Sutterfield, The Thirteenth Tale
The story of my birth on July 25, 1945, a few weeks before the Americans dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima and six months before the official start of the “Baby Boom,” has morphed into a drama of heroic proportions. Well, maybe not heroic but courageous, gallant, determined. It was, after all, a time of war when ordinary people lived extraordinary lives. I have no doubt that over the years the details have been exaggerated, even modified to provoke suspicion in the minds of the most trusting of souls. What if the story has been mythologized? It’s not the truth that matters but the persistent memories that count. Memories are like the whispered words in a game of “Telephone.” By the time the last player repeats the words out loud, they are nothing like the original. The fluidity of the game mimics the ever-changing stories of our lives—stories that create reflections of the past and decisions in the future.
STAY TUNED FOR PART 2
And do share your birth story with me below.