Welcome To The Untold Story!

Lisa-Wingate-porchpicthumb65-1Does anyone else out there feel like life is rapidly becoming too impersonal —that in this speed-of-light world, perhaps we’ve lost a little something?

So many things aren’t the way they were just a scant few decades ago. So many of the daily activities that used to involve face-to-face human conversation we now accomplish with no interpersonal exchange whatsoever. Shopping is a case in point. When I was a kid, a trip to town was something to look forward to. Even stopping for gas was a thrill.  We kids were filled with giddy anticipation when we pulled into the corner Texaco.

Bill the Texaco man knew every car and every kid within a twenty-mile radius. He was the first man I fell in love with, other than my daddy. Bill carried lollipops in his pocket, and at the time, that seemed like a reason to offer my everlasting affection. The man could tell a great story, too. When I was a kid, it seemed like the air was filled with stories. People told them in passing at checkout counters, at gas stations while windshields were washed and oil was checked, in the carpool line while moms waited for kids to exit the school, or at the post office as packages were being mailed.

treedriveedI worry that these days our stories are being lost, that in our rush to do more, move faster, communicate in soundbites, we’re losing the very marrow of who we are. Our stories matter. Our stories teach. Our stories entertain.

Most importantly, our stories connect us to one another.

I sometimes wonder, when I’m standing around a hotel lobby, or on an airport shuttle bus, or in a checkout line, watching people hunch over their cell phones, does anyone but me miss the way things used to be? Doesn’t anyone want to say, “All right! Everyone put down your phones. Let’s talk. What’s your story?”

That yearning, that desperate desire to preserve and share stories, both ordinary and extraordinary was the genesis of this little cyber porch you’re visiting now.

Come in, pull up a chair, relax. Let’s share our stories.



  1. Miriam Lozano

    I have been feeling the same since I started reading books like the Prayer Box and The Story Keeper, then when I read Tending Roses it was like a confirmation; it’s time to write down the stories…

    I feel disconnected from my children and grandchildren since they live all over the country and I don’t get to see them that often. I wonder what stories they know about our family history and I feel like I should be writing them down so the history will continue.

    I am going home for Christmas; Miami Florida, to visit with my parents and two of my children and 3 grandchildren. I intend to sit down with my Dad and get some stories from him. I am going to start a journal to leave to my children with those stories and hope that they too will continue writing their stories.

    Like you said, those are the stories that bind us together and help us to understand each other.

    I want to thank you for your eloquent writing and for the way you tell stories; it has inspired me to write.

    • Lisa Wingate

      I’m so glad my stories have helped inspire you to write. You, my friend, are a wonderful writer. Your grandchildren and others will be blessed by those words.

  2. colleen richardson

    I totally agree with what you said. Everywhere you turn people are on their phones. You go to dinner and everyone is talking on the phone instead of to each other. That is so sad. Not only is it rude but parents lose the chance to connect to teir kids and to also teach them manners.

    • Lisa Wingate

      That gets a big AMEN from me. One day I was on a shuttle bus and looked around and every person had a phone out, except one other old gent and me. I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was. We had a nice conversation. He was from Sweden. Maybe people talk on shuttle busses in Sweden 😉

  3. Bonnie Roof

    I love hearing peoples “stories” – everybody has one!!

    My family has a cassette tape of an interview done with my grandparents about the “good ole days” – personal, local, and world events during their lives, the era and setting in which they were raised, etc.. It was made a number of years before they passed away. My mother also had an artist friend do a painting of the house in which she grew up and my grandparents lived – the house has since been torn down to make room for new construction. There is a historian in my small town who regularly visits my parents and aunt – gathering info on the history of our town and it’s residents.

    Thank you, Lisa, for this beautiful blog – memories are meant to be preserved!!

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