One storyteller at the centre
The memoir belongs to one person, which is what gives it a spine. Rosie interviews them, and their answers become the chapters everything else hangs on.
For the family
Photographs survive perfectly well. What does not survive is the person who could tell you who is in them.
Very little of a family’s history is lost to fire or flood. It is lost, almost always, in one of three quiet ways.
The photographs outlive their captions. Everyone has the box. Two hundred pictures, perhaps six of which anybody can identify. The people in them were not anonymous when the pictures were taken - they became anonymous when the last person who could name them stopped being asked.
The stories concentrate in one person. In most families a single aunt or uncle turns out to hold four-fifths of what is known. Nobody plans this; it happens because that person was interested and everybody else was busy. When they go, most of it goes at once.
The recordings become unplayable. Cassettes, camcorder tapes, a CD-R that has stopped reading, an app that shut down. A great deal of family history was recorded and then locked inside a format.
The memoir belongs to one person, which is what gives it a spine. Rosie interviews them, and their answers become the chapters everything else hangs on.
Brothers, sisters, cousins, grandchildren and old friends get an invitation link. They add photographs and their own memories, and it all waits for the storyteller’s approval.
Upload the box. Add who is in each picture and what was happening - while the person who knows is still the one saying it.
As names come up in the interview, they become people: how they are related, when they lived, a photograph, a few words about each. The result is drawn as a tree you can look at or print - and it doubles as the index to everything else, because it tells a great-grandchild who all these people were to each other.
Nothing here needs everyone in the same room. The storyteller records at home at their own pace. Contributions arrive from wherever people live. The private read-and-listen link opens on any phone with no account, which matters when you are sending it to a ninety-year-old cousin and a fourteen-year-old great-nephew in the same message.
The instinct is to begin by scanning photographs. Begin with an interview instead. The photographs will still be there next year; the person who can explain them is the part with a deadline on it, and the interview will tell you which photographs to look for.
Start with one person and one question.
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