Many people ask writers “where
do your ideas come from?”
I usually answer "from all over the place". For the story
I am working on now, entitled A Buss from Lafayette, however, I
can pinpoint when and how the key idea for the story came into my head.
In 1997, my mother and I went on
a Jane Austen Society of North America tour of Jane Austen sites (Chawton, Bath, London, Lyme,
etc.). We spent a lot of time
riding on a tour bus with other members of JASNA, chatting about Jane Austen (a
bit competitively) and telling stories to pass the time as we travelled,
somewhat in the manner of the Canterbury Tales. (We did actually go very close
to Canterbury when we visited Jane Austen’s brother's estate in Kent.) I hauled out one of my own favorite NON Austen anecdotes to contribute. I told
everyone how my eighth grade teacher, Maybelle Hettrick, had lived in Lawton,
Oklahoma as a young child, homesteading like Laura Ingalls Wilder. When Geronimo was jailed there, Maybelle’s mother took the little girl,
her hair in pigtails, to see him, pointing out he was a great leader of his
people. Geronoimo reached through the bars to shake her hand, then patted her
on the head, and said “I had a daughter who wore her hair that way.”
I made a point to shake hands
with Maybelle many times, so that I
could say I had shaken the hand that shook the hand of Geronimo. (I also made sure to shake
hands with my kids, and will also do so with my grandsons, so they can make this
claim as well!)
After I told this story on the
bus, an older woman named Rita spoke
up. “Well, I have been kissed by
someone who was kissed by someone who was kissed by Lafayette.” It turns out
that when her great grandmother,
Sally Allen, was 7 years old, she presented a bouquet of flowers to
Lafayette when he went through her town, (Northampton, Massachusetts) on his
triumphal tour in1825. In about
1891, Sally made a point of kissing her new granddaughter, Agnes. When Agnes grew
up, married, and gave birth to Rita in 1919, she made a point of kissing Rita over the years and telling her she had
been kissed by someone who’d been kissed by someone who’d been kissed by
Lafayette.
As soon as I heard this, I immediately raced down the
aisle on the bus and insisted Rita kiss me, which she did!
As soon as I was kissed by someone who was kissed by...well,
you know... I realized I had to
learn about Lafayette’s triumphal tour and write a story about a young girl he
might or might not have kissed en route.
It has only taken me seventeen
years to accomplish this! That is, of course, because it is not just a story about a kiss (or buss, as they used to say).
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