Open Thread Update: Title Your Autobiography
Last time we asked readers to share their thoughts on autobiographies and possible titles. Turns out several had something to say.
Ready Nancy P. weighed in on several topics but can be summed up here…
It is important to write our memories of how things used to be.
…and she thinks her title could be “Nine Lives and Counting”…
Make sure you read the rest of her insightful comments.
Who’s the crowd pleaser? Hands down it’s Marie…
I’m writing my autobiography and the name of it is Buttercups and Daisies. Its about growing up in Ireland in the 1940’s.
-Marie
Reader Paul G., Sr offers some good advice for would-be autobiographers, so check out his comments and look up “Defining Moments” on LinkedIn.
Make sure you read all the comments, including the gripping story by Barbara T. about healthcare battles, her own and others – like Henrietta Lacks. She’d call it
“pHARMed: Healing the Shackles of the Past.”
It’s my tribute to the Henrietta Lacks family, Tuskegee Syphilis.experiment and all the other still unknown injuries inflicted on Black, Brown and Indigenous people and justified by the “doctrine of discovery.”
We’ll keep the comments open for a while – please share your title and why you chose them!
Original Column below:
The focus on “Spare” – the autobiography of the man formerly called Prince – got me thinking. His main credential is being the embodiment of the Lucky Sperm Club. If he was the son of the operator of a bowling alley, few people would care…but at least he could use the same title.
I’ve always tried to live my life focused on considering the downside risk. However, every so often I tell myself “Nine times out of ten I do the safe thing. What about the tenth time?”
The tenth time is when I roll the dice. The results are the more interesting, hair raising, or satisfying stories: the close shaves, narrow escapes, windfalls, heartbreaks, catastrophes, winning streaks. That’s why I’d call my autobiography “The Tenth Time.”
Like the time in my college dorm when I uncharacteristically decided not to leave the joint on my desk and stuck it in a drawer. I just got a hinky feeling.
I returned from my errand, looked down the hall (my room was the last one, right next to the stairwell), and saw cops walking in and out of my room.
WOW. Turns out that someone deployed the fire extinguishers in the hallway and the cops – I was told, at least – were checking all the rooms near the hallway for the missing fire extinguisher. Talk about a close shave/narrow escape/lucky break!
But that’s me. What about you? What close shave would inspire your autobiography title? Let us know in the comments!
Virge Randall is Senior Planet’s Managing Editor. She is also a freelance culture reporter who seeks out hidden gems and unsung (or undersung) treasures for Straus Newspapers; her blog “Don’t Get Me Started” puts a quirky new spin on Old School New York City. Send Open Thread suggestions to editor@seniorplanet.org.
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I am now retired but I worked for the City a few blocks east of the former site of the World Trade Center. I had a compressed schedule and would use the Borders bookstore at 5 World Trade as a combination breakfast nook and lending library. One morning, I cut my breakfast short in order to go down to my office and firm up a presentation. About an hour later, we were called into the Director’s office and asked to watch the closed-circuit TV: there, we saw what looked like a plane crashing into
I’m a 69-year-old quad with severe Cerebral Palsy and wrote my own biography with a head stick during 2007-2010.
It tells about my childhood, schooling, travels and up to my marriage in 1996.
I think it is a very interesting book, because it shows what the human being is capable of.
My book is titled “Beyond The Wheelchair.”
That is inspiring Gail! Thank you, disability is new to me and I am always trying to live my life beyond this ever-evolving pain.
Colleen
Maybe my title could be “Nine Lives and Counting?”. I have lived so many places, for so many reasons: sometimes to honor existence, sometimes to defy it, sometimes to lose myself, sometimes to find myself, sometimes to open a door, sometimes to close a door. What has this nomad learned after 71 years? Maybe there is a story here. The story could start at the end. When I ask myself: Who are you? Where is your home? Are you settled now? Are you satisfied?
Mine is (I’m writing now) Lessons I learned. Maybe I will add lessons. I learned that changed my life. I had a very unique birth, and a brilliant with a biological mother and adopted mother and her stepmother. There is a great story right there.
I’m writing my autobiography and the name of it is Buttercups and Daisies. Its about growing up in Ireland in the 1940’s.
It is important to write our memories of how things used to be. I hope you write what you remember and that young people can learn from it. Your title is lovely.
I want to hear more, Marie. Keep on writing and share.
sounds lovely!!!
Great idea for looking back in life and at the same time learning how we actually might be coloring our years with either negative or positive attitudes. This could be a start for self-growth at a later stage in life,and a chance to perhaps correct ways of thinking ,if necessary. Survival is a privilege ..?
I agree with what you say about autobiography being a powerful and surprising self-discovery. But what do you mean by “survival is a privilege”?