And So It Goes

“Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.”

As a girl, I would watch soap operas with my grandmother. We would watch game shows too. And make fudge. And bake cakes and cookies. Yeah, she was THAT grandma! We called her Gram.

The quote above popped into my head as I pondered my March 31, 2019 post. The final day of the March Slice of Life Story Challenge. The quote was the familiar beginning to the soap opera, Days of Our Lives. It was one of Gram’s favorites. It must have been in the summertime that I have these memories or else it was before I started school. Or maybe it was a late afternoon show and I watched it with her after school. I honestly don’t remember the exact details. And I’m kind of surprised I was allowed to watch, soap operas were a little racy, no?

“Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.”

Thinking about how fuzzy my memory is when I actually try to nail it down makes me realize how relevant this quote is. We forget our own story! I mean I knew that because there are countless times when a friend or family member will bring up a memory. My memory will either be blank or completely different! But thinking about all of those sands of time slipping through the hourglass with no accounting of them makes me a little nostalgic. Because I didn’t record them and many of them are lost.

I had this conversation with my class the other day. We were creating a timeline of events in our Social Studies text book. There was this huge jump forward in time with no events recorded. We discussed the fact that things had been happening, they just were not recorded for the purpose of the lesson we were studying. We got talking about how history isn’t always completely accurate. And I gave them the simple example of how we often don’t remember our own history, so it can’t be easy to write about history. One of my students said her mother said the pilgrims killed the Wampanoag Indians. I told her I had never read that version of history but wondered it there weren’t some truth to it or if it were something like that. Then I begin reading, “There There” by Tommy Orange. And by golly, right in the Prologue there is a story about the Pilgrims at Plymouth killing the Wampanoag Indians! I will be looking into this more deeply but I was so surprised at the timing!

“Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.”

In closing I would like to say that I am so grateful for this writing challenge. Time slows a little bit when you are writing. The sands of time are stilled, just long enough to be recorded. And that is a good thing.

7 thoughts on “And So It Goes

  1. “We forget our own stories.” I know what you mean; my sisters often have different versions of what happened when we tell family stories. History is written by the thinkers, the winners, the reflectors.
    I love the serendipity of your discovery right after the student had made the statement about the Pilgrims and the Indians.
    Looking forward to reading more of your posts on Tuesdays.

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  2. Oh my gosh, yes yes yes to everything that you said…. My sentiments exactly! You drew me in with your “Days of Our Lives” teaser on TWT (because I’ve watched that show on and off for over 45 years, so I HAD to click on your link). πŸ˜‰ I love your repetition of the “sands through the hourglass” quote — it’s so very true — and I love how you tied it in with the lesson your class learned. We DO forget so much of our own lives, and writing about little moments helps the stories get preserved. Thanks for sharing. πŸ™‚ ~JudyK

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  3. Suzanne – Thank you for a wonderful glimpse into the room across the hall and more! HA HA! You’d think I could just take a few easy steps over, instead, but somehow, it soesn’t work that way when were with the kids, right? So close – yet soooo far!
    I have loved reading every one of your posts, and I can’t thank you enough for invited me to the SOL challenge – I think I’m hooked! See you on Tuedays????

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