The County-Jerry and Rex (year unknown)
I had thought of myself as a writer until sometime in high school when the
English teacher marred by piece with a red pen. He offered little encouragement and frankly, I was a bit angry and discouraged. My image of myself as a writer was tentative. In college, my professor Jay Hoar who was a Civil War buff and writer helped me as we wrote volumes and read and read. When my twins were two, Jerry supported me in applying to Stonecoast Writing Retreat. Lasting a week or two, that experience changed my life. At that point, I hadn't done much writing beyond professional pieces like IEP and Assessment Reports as part of my teaching job until my youngest brood could fend for themselves. Again encouragement from a friend Lynn Bonsey led me to the Maine Writer's and Publishers Alliance and my mentor, Susan Hand-Shetterly. Without nudges, Travelinma would not exist as it is today.
For a long time, I continued to photograph my life, but the desire to marry image and words gnawed at they thirst to express myself in ways beyond photography. Travelinma chronicles family-in good times and in challenging moments. Travelinma seeks answers. Travelinma shows the evolution of a woman who rediscovers herself with every new day. Travelinma supports those dealing with loss. Travelinma shows the frailty and the uncertainty of life, as well as the possibilities. Travelinma records love.
Travelinma is likely to outlive me. Just think of that! Depending upon the technological format that my grandchildren will encounter, it is possible that they will learn about their grandparents and their aunts and uncles living during this time. On that day in May a decade ago, never did I imagine that a blog, my blog would mean so much.
Happy 10th birthday to my creation, Travelinma.