Below is the Prologue to my upcoming illustrated memoir, Arrow Axes and Scythes. While the book recalls a time long passed, the influence of those years lasted a lifetime. The Prologue explains the author’s attempt to convey the emotional content of memory without distorting the essential truth of events.
We are all invisible witnesses. If not for this, how many crimes would be reported?
I think we imagine that children do not see and if they see they do not understand. We reassure ourselves, as we carry on in our imperfect ways, that even if they understand they surely will forget. But the mind is not so dependably careless with its impressions. Many remain for a lifetime.
The events recorded in this book occurred more than fifty years ago, when I was a child. Some memories are lost to me, yet many come back. Are these accurate? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Ideas are not preserved in amber. They are subject to the whims of experience and bias.
My childhood was a time of secrets. Much that is revealed here was never meant to be public. But what I could not say then, will now be told.
At the end of the book one of the personalities, my father, offers testimony for himself. A letter exists in which he describes motivation for his actions. Readers may weigh this evidence and decide for themselves whether or not the document supports my value as a witness.
An excerpt is offered in another blog on this site: A Burial