Communities in Memory Alone

To some who remembered that part of St. Louis as home, it seemed like the desecration of something sacred.”
— Mary Joan Boyer, The Old Gravois Coal Diggings
ALAN writes:
The “Tales of Chester” are exactly the kind of stories of particular places and memories connected to those places that readers of The Thinking Housewife should consider writing about their own lives. If they don’t, do they imagine anyone else will? Those tales would not exist if one man had not held on to vivid memories from living there as a boy.
No one would ever have seen the motion picture “Meet Me in St. Louis” if a woman named Sally Benson had not written her memories of life in a certain neighborhood of St. Louis during her childhood in 1903.
Late in his life, I tried to persuade my father to write about the place where he had lived as a boy. He liked the idea and had many fine memories. But it was too late. He could not summon the will to do that because too many of his friends and family were gone. He filled an envelope with their newspaper death notices. They were the people for whom he might have written those memories and to whom they would have meant the most, but all those connections had been dissolved by the passage of time. (more…)
