Some of you may remember a few years ago when six-word memoirs became the rage. Supposedly this trend could be traced to an anecdote about Ernest Hemingway.
Never worn. I thought it might be fun to try it for historical figures. But first let me give you some examples from Six-word Memoirs. They are funny, ironic, wry, poignant, tragic, playful, disillusioned, clever — in other words, they run the gambit of human emotions. Girls like boys. Boys died. Still sad. No babies for me. A regretful life.
Need editor. Had second thoughts. Failed poet. Unpublished prayers. The fallen kind. Should have worn my armor. Probably not a good idea. I win, Henry. That I loved Davydd. Much grief, few joys. It lasted too long. I did my duty. A butt of malmsey? You can write your own memoirs instead, if you wish. You may notice that I cravenly ducked that one. Have fun. October 21, Ken, we are counting on you to play the game.
You and Stephanie were born for this! I like yours, Rania, bet Harold would, too. Interesting one for Joanna, Sharon. Was she speaking of Llewelyn or Will? Could apply to both…she loved Will, and he forgave her before he was executed; or, of course she was speaking of the love of her life — him forgiving her for her infidelity…hmmm.
Interesting responses. Kristina, I answered you on Fafebook; Joanna did not love Will. At least my Joanna did not She slept with Will, but she loved Llywelyn. I like your memoir and think Eleanor would like hers. Since she led about half a dozen different lives in the course of her 80 years, she probably needs half a dozen memoirs. Very naughty of you! Oh, quite witty.
