By Debra DuPree Williams @DDuPreeWilliams
You’ve probably
heard the old saying that everyone has a story. Let me add to that, every
family has a storyteller. I’m not sure that’s me in our family, but I’m the
keeper of the genealogies on both my husband’s and my sides of the family. If
storyteller is part of that, then I happily wear that title.
We’ve had the
pleasure of sharing this past week with my husband’s sister and her husband.
They live in Birmingham, Alabama, and they visit with some regularity. Events
of the past year have made those visits a bit less frequent, so we were
overjoyed that they could be with us this week. We’ve had fun outings,
traveling here and yon, and we’ve taken pleasant drives even though our leaves
have yet to show off their vibrant colors.
Fun Outings
Today we ventured
into the nearby towns of Saluda and Tryon here in western North Carolina. If
you should want to visit these lovely cities, just know that many of their
shops are closed on Mondays. In fact, in Tryon, many are open only Wednesday
through Sunday. I can understand that. It would be a waste of resources to
remain open for a handful of customers when your foot traffic increases
exponentially, midweek through Sunday.
We wove our way
into and out of the few businesses which were open, then we drove about five
miles to the cute little town of Landrum, South Carolina. The Hound and Hare is a
local restaurant which has been there about seventeen years, according to our
waiter. Another waiter in the establishment brought us refills of water while
our waiter was busy elsewhere.
A Born Storyteller
This second
waiter proceeded to tell us stories about his family. It seems his grandmother
was Cherokee. For once, she truly was Cherokee. Many people think they are
Cherokee when they are likely from another of the indigenous people of the
area. But our waiter spoke in the Cherokee language with ease, citing names of
the old chiefs and regaling us with stories of how some acquired their names.
Fascinating to listen to him.
While he couldn’t
remain at our table and tell his stories for the remainder of the afternoon, I
certainly could have stayed and listened. As we left, I asked if he’d written
down these and his other stories. Sadly, his answer was no. I encouraged him to
write them down.
If you are the
keeper of family stories, write them down. Don’t take them to Glory with
you. Leave them where some family member will have access to them so that they
may be passed down generation to generation.
Pass Them Down
My sister is our
family matriarch now. She is a few years older than I and she knows things I
don’t remember. I was a baby when many events in our family happened. But she
was old enough to recall. Some she has relayed to me, but neither of us has
taken the time to put these into journals or files somewhere. Entertaining stories are much easier to remember. As you can see, we have work to do for future generations.
Who is your
family storyteller? Are those stories written down? Let me urge you to get them into your computer files. Share an interesting family story with us here. I know you have one . . . or two.
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