Elizabeth Winthrop's Blog - Posts Tagged "memoir"
LOOKING FOR MY FATHER
I’m still working on the history of my parents’ courtship and marriage in the middle of World War II.
Every day, information seems to be falling out of the sky on me. I’d reached the point in the book when I had my father’s feet sticking through the hole in the bottom of a Lancaster over German Occupied France in mid-August 1944, I stopped writing to research. Now I can’t stop researching… or at least accepting the gifts that come my way.
This month alone I’ve been in contact with the 88-year-old radio operator who jumped with my father as well as the son of the French army officer who was the third member of the team, code name Alexander.
I’ve made contact with a British historian who sent me my father’s personal file for with the time he was with the Jedburghs, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jedburghs
a group formed by the O.S.S., http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Office_o....
I just located a man in France who has written on Team Alexander. He sent me a picture of my father standing behind the wife of the French Resistance Officer in the Maquis, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maquis_(..., a man named Rac who my father revered and wrote about years later in an article for the Saturday Evening Post.
All of these people seem so touched and honored that I’ve found them, that we are connecting. My father died 37 years ago, but we knew him at different times in his life. They knew him before I was born. I knew him long after they had lost touch. We are putting together the jigsaw puzzle of one man’s life: the soldier in World War II and the journalist during the years of the Cold War.
I feel oddly consoled to have found these fellow travelers as I try to retrace his footsteps winding back from this century to the middle of the last.
Every day, information seems to be falling out of the sky on me. I’d reached the point in the book when I had my father’s feet sticking through the hole in the bottom of a Lancaster over German Occupied France in mid-August 1944, I stopped writing to research. Now I can’t stop researching… or at least accepting the gifts that come my way.
This month alone I’ve been in contact with the 88-year-old radio operator who jumped with my father as well as the son of the French army officer who was the third member of the team, code name Alexander.
I’ve made contact with a British historian who sent me my father’s personal file for with the time he was with the Jedburghs, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jedburghs
a group formed by the O.S.S., http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Office_o....
I just located a man in France who has written on Team Alexander. He sent me a picture of my father standing behind the wife of the French Resistance Officer in the Maquis, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maquis_(..., a man named Rac who my father revered and wrote about years later in an article for the Saturday Evening Post.
All of these people seem so touched and honored that I’ve found them, that we are connecting. My father died 37 years ago, but we knew him at different times in his life. They knew him before I was born. I knew him long after they had lost touch. We are putting together the jigsaw puzzle of one man’s life: the soldier in World War II and the journalist during the years of the Cold War.
I feel oddly consoled to have found these fellow travelers as I try to retrace his footsteps winding back from this century to the middle of the last.
Daughter of A Famous Writing Father
DAUGHTER OF A FAMOUS WRITING FATHER
Having a famous writing father is not an easy burden when you want to be a writer yourself. It’s the reason that, until now, I’ve always written under the name Winthrop and of my 62 books http://elizabethwinthrop.com/category... 61 are fiction. But I’m finally acknowledging that I’m the daughter of Stewart Alsop. I’ve just published an electronic book (DON’T KNOCK UNLESS YOU’RE BLEEDING: Growing Up in Cold War Washington at: http://amzn.to/NJ2URh) about my childhood with two famous writing brothers. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stewart_... Now I’m working on a family history about my parents’ love affair in England during the war.
I call my blog roll, LOOKING OVER A WRITER’S SHOULDER, but right now, I feel my father peering over mine. I’m writing about the time he worked with the French Resistance http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maquis_%... in Occupied France from August until November of 1944. He’s mentioned this time of his life in a number of articles and most exhaustively in a memoir he wrote about dying called STAY OF EXECUTION. But the book that told the stories in greatest detail is called SUB ROSA. It was written with my godfather, Thomas Braden http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_B... (who later came to be known best as the creator of the TV show “Eight is Enough” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eight_is...) just a year after they returned from the war. SUB ROSA was commissioned by “Wild Bill” Donovan, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wild_Bil... the founder of the Office of Strategic Services http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Office_o...
the organization responsible for training my father as a paratrooper and dropping him into France.
So here am I, sixty-eight years later, trying to reconstruct my father’s time in France from interviews and unpublished memoirs and nuggets of gold I’ve discovered on the web written by people who were there with him. But inside the book bag by my feet, I have a copy of my father’s book, SUB ROSA. Why not open it? Why not turn to that first?
On some level, I’m scared he’s a better writer than I am. And if I believe that, why bother to write this story at all? What do I have to bring to the page that he, who was there, hasn’t already said?
Nothing sabotages a writer’s self-confidence as much as comparing oneself to any relative, but particularly the father who first influenced you.
But here’s my answer for today. I now know more than my father did about the whole operation, not just his particular piece of it. I’ve seen pictures and essays written about him and about that time that he never saw. And I believe that every memoir needs a committed and interested narrator who acts as a cipher. I lost my father 37 years ago to leukemia. This is my way of getting to know him better, not just as a daughter, but as a fellow writer. Whether or not this work will engage a reader is not up to me.
First I will put the story in my words. Then I’ll take SUB ROSA out of my backpack and let Daddy speak into my ear and see where his version fits into mine.
Having a famous writing father is not an easy burden when you want to be a writer yourself. It’s the reason that, until now, I’ve always written under the name Winthrop and of my 62 books http://elizabethwinthrop.com/category... 61 are fiction. But I’m finally acknowledging that I’m the daughter of Stewart Alsop. I’ve just published an electronic book (DON’T KNOCK UNLESS YOU’RE BLEEDING: Growing Up in Cold War Washington at: http://amzn.to/NJ2URh) about my childhood with two famous writing brothers. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stewart_... Now I’m working on a family history about my parents’ love affair in England during the war.
I call my blog roll, LOOKING OVER A WRITER’S SHOULDER, but right now, I feel my father peering over mine. I’m writing about the time he worked with the French Resistance http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maquis_%... in Occupied France from August until November of 1944. He’s mentioned this time of his life in a number of articles and most exhaustively in a memoir he wrote about dying called STAY OF EXECUTION. But the book that told the stories in greatest detail is called SUB ROSA. It was written with my godfather, Thomas Braden http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_B... (who later came to be known best as the creator of the TV show “Eight is Enough” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eight_is...) just a year after they returned from the war. SUB ROSA was commissioned by “Wild Bill” Donovan, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wild_Bil... the founder of the Office of Strategic Services http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Office_o...
the organization responsible for training my father as a paratrooper and dropping him into France.
So here am I, sixty-eight years later, trying to reconstruct my father’s time in France from interviews and unpublished memoirs and nuggets of gold I’ve discovered on the web written by people who were there with him. But inside the book bag by my feet, I have a copy of my father’s book, SUB ROSA. Why not open it? Why not turn to that first?
On some level, I’m scared he’s a better writer than I am. And if I believe that, why bother to write this story at all? What do I have to bring to the page that he, who was there, hasn’t already said?
Nothing sabotages a writer’s self-confidence as much as comparing oneself to any relative, but particularly the father who first influenced you.
But here’s my answer for today. I now know more than my father did about the whole operation, not just his particular piece of it. I’ve seen pictures and essays written about him and about that time that he never saw. And I believe that every memoir needs a committed and interested narrator who acts as a cipher. I lost my father 37 years ago to leukemia. This is my way of getting to know him better, not just as a daughter, but as a fellow writer. Whether or not this work will engage a reader is not up to me.
First I will put the story in my words. Then I’ll take SUB ROSA out of my backpack and let Daddy speak into my ear and see where his version fits into mine.
