As I grow older, my hair grays, my features sharpen and the differences of color and youth that once told us apart fade away. During our visit, he spoke in painstaking English for the benefit of my bewildered companion, remarking repeatedly: “You remember your mother very much.” Many years ago, while I was traveling abroad with an American friend, my mother asked me to call on an old classmate of hers that I had never met. Pick one of your secondary characters and write that spot for them.In Portuguese, my mother’s native tongue, there is one verb, lembrar, that means both to remember and to resemble or remind, the distinction perceived only in context. Maybe it’s catching a glimpse of the 14th hole of Augusta National and you’re right there again with your normally curmudgeonly great uncle who suddenly smiled for hours on end, laughed at your jokes, and treated you to a soda and hotdog. Maybe it’s a lightning struck tree that brings back a terrifying trip through the forest during a sudden, summer storm. Maybe it’s a cattle gate looking out over vast, undulating hills that called up the early days of a short-lived romance. Think about which locations have done that for you. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the RingĬertain places bring our memories flooding back.
“Arwen vanimelda, namarie!” he said, and then he drew a breath, and returning out of his thought he looked at Frodo and smiled. - J.R.R. For the grim years were removed from the face of Aragorn, and he seemed clothed in white, a young lord fall and fair and he spoke words in the Elvish tongue to one whom Frodo could not see. He was wrapped in some fair memory, and as Frodo looked at him he knew that he beheld things as they had been in this same place. At the hill’s foot Frodo found Aragorn, standing still and silent as a tree but in his hand was a small golden bloom of elanor, and a light was in his eyes.
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