Here it is and here I am. Or am I? I thought I knew who I am as much as anyone can. Yet I finally understood that to know myself I must go back, not through ancestry.com to construct a family tree, but just one giant step back – to my father.
I never knew the man. Not really anyway. I didn’t want to know him while he was alive. I wanted to escape. I was already halfway out the door when he rejected me. I wanted a life that was not confined to making money in Kansas City Missouri USA where I grew up. I felt stunted by the environment – the limited ways of thinking of the time and place.
Post World War II, many families like ours were rising up and out of poverty and the working class into the middle class even into upper middle class affluence. At what cost? Who was paying for this? Who benefited and who did not?
This blog is about taking one step back and then jumping in to find my father. I am writing a novel, Tracking the Human: nobody’s a long time, based on events in his life.
Come with me as I try to learn about this man to write a fictional story that both is and is not his story.
Share with me your stories of research and writing for family reconciliation. You can comment here or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
2 thoughts on “A Giant Step Back”
Congratulations Pamela, I’m looking forward to following this fascinating story.
A big congratulations, Pamela. I know a little of what it’s taken you to get this far. Looking forward to more.