Just before Memorial Day this year, we joined up with Craft of War Writing, a community writing group for veterans based in New York City, to generate new memoir work.
In collaboration with Voices from War, Craft of War Writing seeks to bring veterans’ stories to light, recognizing that each individual’s unique experience contributes to the complex truth of a broader story, in which military service to the United States plays only a part. True to this spirit, we delved into the details of the small experiences that have formed us. In order to enhance our portrayal of what we remember, we explored the things we might not remember so clearly.
Thank you to John LoSasso for bringing about this wonderful meeting! We hope you enjoy these excerpts from our Memorial Day circle. For more information, visit Craft of War Writing here .
I don’t remember when stickball went out of style
I remember my mother buying pencils for us from the corner candy store. It is the latter part of January, Nineteen Sixty-Two. We’re starting school in this country for the first time, P.S. 39. I remember living on 827 Kelly Street. I remember hearing the voices of the adults. My mother screaming in urgency to get up and get dressed. The building next to ours is on fire. I remember going to the bathroom to wash up. I did not want to go outside with a dirty face, and I remember my Aunt Maria busting the bathroom door open and screaming, “Boy, get out of here.”