Wandering different paths

A journey is usually thought to be a road trip or and adventure to exotic places. But to me a journey is a discovery place and can take me anywhere and is often found where I least expect it. Selling my books over the past few weeks, I have met and journeyed with wonderful people as I heard their stories. Little had I anticipated that by recording life in small town Ontario it would lead me down paths of other peoples’ memories.

As I was doing my spiel at a Christmas Market I noticed a lady standing to the side but obviously hanging on my every word. Breaking in she asked me if I knew a certain name. I did. It turned out her uncle owned the corner store I featured in Wandering Backward. We wandered through the store together sharing special memories.

I spoke to a group and because it is December, I chose to read chapter 12, early December. One gentleman, I noted, was very attentive. I learned after that he had spent his life in the coal industry and because this was the theme of the chapter, was delighted. He led me through the process of mining and processing coal, a fascinating journey.

So, to me, my journey back in time has given me the opportunity to share others’ memories and led me down paths rich in imagery. Everyone has a story, a personal journey. I’m privileged to share them thanks to Wandering Backward.