One of the unexpected benefits of working towards my degree has been how many memories from my past, both good and bad, have been dredged up. I took my Creative Non-fiction class more than a year ago, but there are still so many things that pop into my head that I want to write about “when I have more time.” We all know how that goes!
This semester one of the classes I’m taking is an Introduction to Folklore, which I have absolutely loved. I’m taking it online, so one of the things we have to do for assignments each week is to respond to a prompt about whichever genre of folklore we are covering that week. Again – the number of stories this has brought back to me is amazing! I’ll be sharing more of them over the coming weeks, but I wanted to start off with this cute little kewpie doll that I used as an example of “Folk Material.”
She was made for me by the mother of my then-boyfriend and given to me on my 16th birthday, still the only “real” birthday party I ever had. Not only does the intricate crocheting of the outfit and blanket amaze me, but it also reminds me, in a round-about way, of my grandpa who always called me his Kewpie doll.
With memories like these, how can you help but smile?
living life on the back roads 
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