Monday, February 7, 2011

Log Your Memory Monday


Journaling Challenge: Share Your Story Through a fairy tale

This week was the first week for which my layout was published in the logbook as the example. So I was essentially scraplifting myself! Here's my original layout:
Flower
Type + Writer 1 Class Template and Papers by Jessica Sprague
Fonts: Arial, Ma Sexy, Seeing Stars, and Designer Mixed
The journaling is about how my husband and I met and fell in love, told in the third person like a fairy tale. 

My updated version for the challenge was to tell my parents' love story, using the same narrative style. I wrote what I could remember from the stories I'd heard over the years (which was embarrassingly little), emailed it to my Dad, and he basically re-wrote it. Then my mom added in her perspective, and I combined both stories to get both viewpoints. Here's the updated layout:
Story-of-Lisa-parents_JSprague-TW-StoryTemplate_web
Template by Jessica Sprague for Type+Writer
Everyday Hello kit by Fei-Fei's Stuff and Ashalee Wall Designs
Scuffy Overlays No. 4 by Honey Scraps at Digital Designer Shop
Loaded Layers Heart Layered Template and Curvy Corner Stitched Blocks No. 1 by Anna Aspnes
Little Bit of Messy Love word art by Ali Edwards
Flossy Stitches by Katie Pertiet
Font is Caslon Pro
I know it's hard to read because I wanted to fit a lot in, but here's the journaling in case you're interested in the whole story: 
Once upon a time the familiar story of boy meets girl started out with a different twist.  As this twist approached the boy saw heartache and disappointment, but was rewarded by meeting the love of his life. Even then the path to true love had some potholes in it.

But this story is getting ahead of itself.

It was 1966 and the setting was Eastern Michigan University in Ypsilanti.  The boy had just moved into the dorm after a semester on the waiting list. He was meeting new people and adjusting to the new life of the dorm.  The opportunity to meet more girls made the boy think this was a definite plus.  Introduced through friends, the boy began dating a pretty and funny girl and they had lots of laughs on their few dates.  But the boy very soon felt that the girl was pulling away, perhaps even avoiding him. She was Jewish and he was not; for her this meant their relationship couldn’t be serious.  The boy asked her to a basketball game on a weekend she planned to go home and she suggested he take her roommate instead. The boy was disappointed by this apparent rejection. He had met the roommate in the dining hall and thought her a pretty girl, but very quiet and not nearly as outgoing and jovial as her roommate.  He did the nice thing and took the quiet girl to the game.  It wouldn’t count as a “date” since he was still dating her roommate; it was just two friends, acquaintances really, going to a game.

But he liked the girl; they had a good time.  Soon after the first roommate made it clear.  While she hoped they’d remain friends, there was no relationship potential and, anyway, isn’t my roommate a nice girl?  Why don’t you take her out again?  The boy, living on a budget, asked the roommate to go out with him.  They would go to the common room in the dorm and watch the new football game the news was all atwitter about.  It was Super Bowl I, Green Bay Packers vs. the Kansas City Chiefs.  Of course the Pack won, but that’s another story line.  The boy sprang for a pizza and a couple of cokes. The girl could care less about football, but she enjoyed hanging out with this nice guy.

The relationship unfolded in the usual manner, with some fits and starts; there was some dating of others, but they came to be a couple.  Until the summer came.  She would be going home, far far away, and would not see the boy until September.  He wanted to “go steady,” but she wanted to be sure he was the right one.  She thought the way to do that would be to date other people and with that she left for the summer.
The boy moped around all summer.  He tried dating but it didn’t go well.  When September arrived he was sick with apprehension but after a slow start the boy and girl picked up and had a great year. He gave her his fraternity letters on a necklace, which meant they were “going steady.”
He thought everything was great, but she still wasn’t sure. She had the same story as the next summer approached.  The boy was shocked.  Again?  He begged and pleaded but she was firm; she gave the necklace back.  Then the boy was angry.

The summer dragged by and when September came his anger at spending the summer in remorse made him leery of committing to a relationship when the other person was apparently not willing to make the same commitment.  Little did he know that she was sitting up at night wishing and hoping that he would call. She knew he’d been angry, but she wanted him to call. When he finally did, she cried and cried with relief and joy in her heart. The boy let it be known he was willing to restart the relationship but the girl had to make a big decision first.

On a crisp fall day soon after the girl approached the boy at the fraternity house where he now lived.  The boy watched her approach the house; he would remember many years later the colors on the trees, the bite of coolness in the air and the scared, apprehensive look in the face of the girl as she came up the stairs to the porch.  She was now sure. Soon after that he gave her his fraternity pin, which meant they were engaged.

And THEN they lived happily ever after.
 
Have you ever written your journaling in the third person? It's kind of fun to step outside the story and write it as if it were a fairy tale.

Lisa

1 comment:

April said...

What a wonderful treasure to have that story recorded. It brought tears to my eyes. Beautiful page (I can only see one there's a Flickr message on the 1st one)

 
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