ImaStory

My living story has a life all its own. My living story is alive in this place, in this time, in this world. It is not a narrative about what my father/mother did for a living, or my first paycheck. My living story is in a relationship, between its life and my own life. My living story arrives from the future and from the past, and is lively in the present. It is not the Western narrative with a beginning, middle, and end. My living story is in the middle.

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First 10 Years
Wednesday, December 17, 1947 to Tuesday, December 17, 1957
Dec 17, 1947, I was born to Lorane Joyce and Daniel Quintin Boje, in Memorial Hospital, Spokane, Washington. Twins had died the year before I arrived, making me, the first born, that lived. My dad married my mom, though she was pregnant with those twins from another man. I know this because, when I was fifty years old, she fessed up and showed me her picture outside the church, and you could see she was well along. My dad told me after his divorce from my mom, to read my birth certificate carefully. Thinking I must be adopted, I studied it. Turns out, he was unemployed, and listed as a labore ...continued...
  • By: David  Boje
  • Tuesday, August 28, 2012, 9:57:00 AM
  • updated: Tuesday, August 28, 2012 10:56:00 AM

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