Memory is more than perhaps. Thoughts on researching memoir, in Book Country

Readers of this blog know that I spent part of this past Saturday with my niece, reviewing old things in envelopes, old things stored away for countless years in my father's attic.



Funnily enough, I came home from that adventure with Julia and sat down to meet a deadline from Book Country, which had asked me to write about how memoirs can be researched.



It was a coincidence. I took advantage of it. I wrote the piece that begins like this below and can be found in its entirety here.

Earlier
today my niece, Julia, and I opened the door to my father’s attic, where
a single box among many boxes bears my name. I had agreed to help Julia
with a school photography project—to search, with her, for elements
from my past that would somehow explain who I am.



Letters were there—old boyfriends, a marriage proposal, a key-sized
envelope containing the dust of some prom flowers. A postcard upon which
each hand-inked letter was no larger than a sugar ant. Names: Tanya,
Steven, Pierre, Rob. An evaluation from the library where I’d worked as a
University of Pennsylvania student; the supervisor noted, in square
boxes, that I’d been “excellent” in all things. I also read, however: Although
Beth chats to her friends at the checkout desk for long periods of
time, she seems to be able to continue working and be accurate.