Truth, Fact and Imagination. Which Will It Be?

Mark Twain said, “The older I get, the more I remember things that never happened.”

I think of this often as I write and wonder how to separate the truth from my imagination and what I think I remember. Something imagined becomes reality. Something remembered from the past, if thought of enough, whether true or not, becomes reality.

An instructor in one of our writing courses said, “Remember, an autobiography is fact; a memoir is truth.”

What I write of my past is true, whether or not the facts are perfect. The virtual reality may be only in my mind, but it is reality indeed… truth indeed… and I will write it for, if not, my experiences will be lost, forever.

Write your memoir. As you get older, you will remember things so very well.

By | 2014-04-19T20:51:57+00:00 January 27th, 2014|Education|2 Comments


  1. Joe January 27, 2014 at 11:24 pm - Reply

    My mother should have named me: “LUCKY”.Born into an Italian family loaded with love,food,laughter and sharing.My father,born in Ischia,Italy,was the typical 14 year old ,came over on a boat,went through Ellis Island,got a job with A&P in the bakery departmentn N.Y.C.He moved to Providence,worked in his Uncle’s bakery and finally opened his own “Bake Shop”.The rest is history.That little”City Bakery” was opened six days a weekfor fifty years and always had a waitung line.He put four kids through college (mandatory) but more importantly taught us the the family is our lifeline.Whatever the family needed became his priority.and that included aunts uncles,cousins and friends.I could go on with stories about my aunts and uncles who showed up every week for Sunday dinner.(what a feast!)After mass of course..We even had a summer house in Bay Spring and the Sunday visitors were even more fiun. Those memories are some of the happiest of my life..I only wish I could say “Thanks,Dad”one more time.

    • Ed Iannuccilli February 10, 2014 at 7:00 pm - Reply

      This is such a great story, Joe, and a common one for those courageous immigrants. Thank you for sharing it. And yes, I too want another cup of coffee with my Dad. I have many more questions.

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