“Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die we can’t remember who we are or why we’re here.” Sue Monk Kidd, author.
I have been living in Greece, the country of my ancestors, for the last three months and having the time of my life, something I didn’t expect. My only wish is that my maternal grandmother (“Yiayia” in Greek) who left this country almost one hundred years ago to live in the United States was still around for me to hear her stories of what life was like here, way back then. There is still much of her story growing up in a remote mountain village outside of Sparta that I wish I knew about. I was 30 years old when she passed away at 90 and in all that time it never occurred to me to ask more about her early life in Greece.
Of what I do know, my Yiayia’s tale is a remarkable one in that after her mother died in the influenza epidemic of 1918, as the eldest, she became the female head of a household with 6 younger siblings and her father. Life in the mountains was grueling, and her labor intensive work day was unrelenting and tedious. I know she dreamed of a better life and that at 23 her father introduced her to a man almost two decades older who proposed both marriage and a new life in America. Yiayia wanted out and she agreed to the man’s - my grandfather’s - proposal. In the years ahead she endured heartbreaking loneliness, child loss, and other daunting challenges but, in the end, created the home and family life she longed for. If Yiayia was alive today, I’m certain she would tell her story with humility and self-deprecation.
My own mother never saw Yiayia (her mother) with the same lens I did. My Mom’s biggest takeaway from her mother was of self-sacrifice and of being in service to others, remarkable attributes in their own right, but generally not viewed with the respect and admiration they deserve.
And, that’s where I come in, to retell both my grandmother’s and my mother’s stories with the emphasis on the fierce feminine bravery and heartbreaking love and determination they deserve. Afterall, their stories are my stories too!
gatHERIng is excited to bring back storytelling with "Voices Carry" where we will unleash the feminine power of our collective voices through the art of sharing our stories.
Sharing your story gives you the power to own it.
Sharing your story does not mean you have to do great big things.
Your story can be about little and big things because each creates a path that another woman hasn’t walked on, before. When you share your story of failure or triumph, you show others that they are not alone. You build a sense of community and your stories survive and thrive as they are told and re-told.
Stories make you pause and reflect on your own journey even as you inspire others to tell their own stories.
There is power in sharing your story with another. It is what makes stories last forever.