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A visit down Memory Lane After the Cultural Revolution and before modernization I worked in China, Tibet and Nepal as a writer for documentary called West Meets East. I also helped in health settings as I was needed. It was 1985. I assisted with management of hundreds of villagers who walked upward of one hundred miles to get their cataracts removed by SEVA docs. I cooked and served food ( mostly basmati rice ) for Read More

Grand Canyon or the Green River: Mara LeGrand, Skydancer Productions Where do you begin to tell stories about your life? Many people who want to tell their life story are motivated to leave a historical account to their descendants. As with all stories, consider who your audience is. Your children and Grandchildren may not be interested in inheriting most anything that you collected in your life. I know mine don’t even want my art, silk Read More

Roxanne Swentzel, a famous Pueblo sculptor drew memories of her childhood growing up in Santa Clara Pueblo. If you are an artist I will include your art, music or other creations into your life story video. Before the written word, humans drew pictographs to tell stories and inform the future about who they were, what they ate, where they lived, what animals lived among them, like horses and like in the picture above, wild turkeys. Read More

Reflections on Life, Beaverton Oregon Do you have a parent or a Grandparent whose life you would like your kids, Grandkids and future generations to know about? You likely don’t want many of their things, but you do want stories of their life. Life Stories are the true treasures and should be as required as a will. Why do you want a video life story of yourself or loved one? You want to be remembered Read More

Valentines Story: February 14, 2020  As I look back on the many seasons of my life, I realize it’s who and what I loved that carried me through years of single parenting and onward as I pursued doing what I LOVED.   As a young mother in my early 20’s, I set out on a course that would require a lot from me. I needed to find ways to give my sons, who I LOVED, a good Read More

Bathing in Grandma’s galvanized tub. When I look back on my childhood memories I first recollect the smells, light, weather, shapes, sounds and tastes. Instead of remembering exactly what I found in my Grandmother’s attic, I first remember how light flickered through one small window. Outside wooden stairs, creeping up the back of the salt box house, creaked with each foot fall. A worn padlock half threaded through a failing latch was easy to remove. Read More