Over Memorial Day weekend, I went with my parents and kids to place flowers on the graves of my grandparents and other relatives.
My mother’s family had lived in Marion and Harrison counties in West Virginia for generations. We placed flowers on the grave of my grandmother’s brother in a small family cemetery that’s now at the edge of a housing development. The land of the development once was a farm that my grandmother’s family worked. Her brother wanted to be buried in that cemetery because he and my grandmother enjoyed playing there when they were children.
It seemed odd to find a cemetery among all these new houses, but I could tell it was taken care of, so at least the graves aren’t neglected.
Next, we stopped at the large cemetery in Shinnston. My grandparents, great-grandparents, and great-great grandparents on both sides of my mom’s family are buried there.
As my kids place flowers around the graves, I wondered if my distant grandparents ever thought their great-great-great grandchildren would come to pay respects almost a hundred years after their deaths. It’s a stunning thought.
The next day, we drove into the hills above Moundsville to place flowers on the graves of my dad’s parents. Both sides of his family had lived in the northern panhandle of West Virginia for several generations. My grandfather served in the Navy during World War II.
I am so glad I got to take my kids to see our family history. I hope they can feel a connection to the relatives who came before them and the land where our family once lived.
Since I’ve been posting about sound, I thought I would add one more article on the topic: reading your work out loud.
It’s Memorial Day here. Over the weekend, I went with my parents to lay flowers on my grandparents’ graves.
If you have any writing set in nature, describing the sounds of that setting is critical. Nature is never silent, so don’t pass up a chance to add sound imagery (that seems like an oxymoron) to your writing.
Two weather conditions that can aid you in describing quiet are snow and fog. Snow seems to soften everything, both visually and audibly, if fierce winds don’t accompany it. Fog has a contradictory effect. It muffles, but since fog can’t exist with wind, it also allows you to pinpoint the directions of sounds more easily.
Every writer knows that to draw a reader into her literary world she needs to describe it in terms of the fives senses. But knowing and doing are two different things. I know I rely too heavily on sight and need to work on using the other four.
One thing I can’t do is use dialogue tags to describe the voice, like “roared”, “squeaked”, or “hissed.” And it’s definitely out to use adverbs, such as “she said sternly” or “he said weakly.” I can use “whisper” or “shout” or “yell”, sparingly, to indicated volume, but since minimizing dialogue tags is the style now, it’s better to convey the sound of the voice through either the dialogue itself or actions that accompany it.