As my family attests, I often go on and on about my ancestors’ stories. I have earned the right to tell these stories. I own them because I have painstakingly researched them.
The weight of all the material I dug up on my 7th great-grandfather, eventually forced me into writing. I was weighed down like the ghost of Scrooge’s dead partner, Jacob Marley, who in Dickens’ A Christmas Carol was “captive, bound and double-ironed” with chains “long, and wound about him like a tail”. But my chains were folders of research on the life of Rev. John Cotton who lived from 1584 to 1652. To free me of the chains I had created, I had to begin writing.
Creating THE COTTON CHRONICLES, I have become aware of the extent that I am a visual learner I am. I guess I always have been visually oriented. I recall in 6th grade being turned on to science by Bell Lab movies like Hemo the Magnificent and The Strange Case of the Cosmic Rays.
You may have noticed all the videos I have posted in COTTON CHRONICLES. A picture is worth a thousand words; so what how many words are ‘moving pictures’ worth?
Perhaps I should be making films?