Saturday, January 28, 2017
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Me, I Tell Stories
Fred Pellerin, from a town not far from here. While at university here, he developed a thirst for stories, nostalgic for a time he did not know. Lulled by the stories of his grandmother, his neighbor Eugene, and his father, Pellerin has been recounting these older generations' memories and anecdotes, gossip and rumors of his village, Saint-Élie-de-Caxton.
The stories passed down to us tickle our curiosity about the past, resurrect early memories, make us think, make us laugh--stories we can still relate to--reminding us of who we are and where we came from, of those who preceded us, and the interest in hearing their stories retold. I'd like to think that those who follow us will pass our stories on as well.
The stories passed down to us tickle our curiosity about the past, resurrect early memories, make us think, make us laugh--stories we can still relate to--reminding us of who we are and where we came from, of those who preceded us, and the interest in hearing their stories retold. I'd like to think that those who follow us will pass our stories on as well.
"I am the son of a thousand fathers.
I did not come into the world.
It is the world that came to me.
And I was born yesterday."
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