A slightly different version of this post was originally published in October, 2009, at my other
blog. I've rewritten it for massmouth.
Whenever I can, I sit in the back at storytelling events. This isn't from modesty or claustrophobia, but because I love watching the crowd as the teller's words touch each and every listener. They form a net that includes everyone in the room, linking them by common experience and images.
While each listener imagines different things and ultimately may remember a story differently, the shared experience of listening to a story makes the entire audience into one being. The story is the ligament that binds us. From my seat in the back I can see everyone move together, leaning forward as the teller pulls them into the tale or jumping at a scary moment. The audience moves like one animal. Regardless of the length of the story, the setting in which it's told, the experience of the teller or the teller's background, when we tell authentically tell a story it binds audience members to each other and to the teller.
Stories are connective tissue in culture and families as well. They are how we identify ourselves, how we know that
I am of this group, so this is my story. If you are Jewish then you likely have some common elements of story around survival and loss and redemption. If you are African-American then you likely have common elements of story around race and freedom. Family stories act as connective tissue through generations (for example,
this is how we got here or
this is our land) binding young to old and helping youth retain family identity through the trauma of adolescence because they know who they are by the stories they were told and in turn retell. On a broader level, stories connect human-to-human, because ultimately we have similar experiences regardless of our color or ethnicity.
When we tell and listen to stories we are reminded of our common bonds, of how we are not so different from one another. We are connected by our very human natures; in narrative we have the opportunity to see the similarities and release the differences.
Once upon a time there was a family. The parents loved the children and let them go into the world to seek their fortune. Some succeeded, some failed. They told their stories so they would be remembered. And so the stories remained long after the original tellers were gone.
Stories reach across time, space and distance to give us the same narrative connection. We are human. We tell stories. Listen to me and I will listen to you: We will recognize ourselves in each others words.
(c) 2010 Laura S. Packer
The rest of the money raised for our tickets goes to the $1000+ in material and promotional expenses that massmouth has incurred in the last 12 months.I sent $15 of my share of ticket $ to PIH ( that how they got more than HH). So far massmouth has donated $343 from 10% of gate at slams and the folk slam to Partners in Health.
