Family secrets and a veil of denial. Here, an intriguing story about murder in the pre-Internet era. How can you bring a criminal to justice, if there’s no firsthand accounts and the crime isn’t searchable? And if that’s the case, who are the victims, really?
Thank goodness for microfiche, eyewitness accounts, genealogical records and the like–archeological tools for memoirists like me. It’s tedious work, and oftentimes painful, because in shining our flashlights into the dark, we come face-to-face with our own monsters. But also? Our better angels.
Rose Window, “Graced with Light.” (Art installation at Grace Cathedral in San Francisco.)
Happy Sunday, everyone.
Melodye!! I want to return to live journal, I just… get sidetracked or forget or feel like I don’t have enough to say… love seeing you here.
I think many of us have fallen under the spell of Facebook, Twitter and the like. It’s conversational candy–short and sweet, quick and done. I long for the neighborly closeness of LiveJournal, back in the day when we’d enjoy leisurely conversations about everything and nothing.
Tell you what. I’ll drag some lounge chairs into the backyard. Rest a while, why don’t you? I’ll put fresh water in the teakettle…
Takes courage…which you have in spades
Thanks for the vote of confidence! There’s a fine line between courageous and intrepid. The trick is knowing how to straddle that line. Always learning…
Love the colours in that window. I’ve seen that cathedral, at least from the outside; and I think the exterior was featured in a Dirty Harry movie with Clint Eastwood.
It’s a gorgeous cathedral, and that art installation? Sheer magic.