Can we ever know our parents as individuals? And One Green Thing: cling film storage alternatives

This year my sisters and I had the family ciné films transferred to DVD and I’ve just watched them all. And as I watched the parts where we children didn’t feature, I wondered if it’s ever possible for children to know their parents as individual independent humans? And I came to the conclusion that it’s only possible if we have the wit and the objectivity to ask questions about the times when they weren’t with us. Questions about the times before we were born, times when they were at work or on holiday or at play; when they were thinking and feeling and being and doing without us, not about us. Or, that they tell us.

This is, naturally, a rich vein for a storyteller. But in the real world, now that both my parents are dead, I wish I’d asked more questions about their attitudes, their feelings, their hopes, their fears, their experiences, the parts of their lives that made them individuals, the parts of their lives that had nothing to do with me. Because they didn’t tell much.

Clear Light Bulb Placed on Chalkboard

Image from Pixabay

And my One Green Thing this month is alternatives to plastic cling film for food storage. We’ve been using these for a while:but this article lists eight others, including this, which is, apparently, a Stasher Silicone Storage Pouch: More here. And here’s a plastic-free shop.

The Plastic Free Shop

About Angela

I write fiction about the difficulty we have when we try to say what's in our hearts.
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2 Responses to Can we ever know our parents as individuals? And One Green Thing: cling film storage alternatives

  1. David Gordon says:

    But would your parents have been self-aware enough to be of much help had you asked your questions? Remember their class and their pre-therapy times.

    • Angela says:

      I know. You’re right. Although when I did ask Dad about work – only once – he not only told me about it, but he told me how he was feeling. He’d just begun a new job and was about to have to fire several people; he felt awful and wanted to talk about it. And much later, early-2000s, Mum opened up a little about her life. So that’s why I think they might have answered the questions I never asked, to some extent at least … but what you say still holds.