Genre can be bland, a list of how-tos and what-it-includes.
But it can also be satisfying, offering a structure that can be adapted,
shaped, tinkered, oiled, painted, and polished to one’s purposes. Ingenuity
seems to be what the authors are after in this book. They want to use the construction
of genre to challenge writers and promote the importance of writing as a
lifelong endeavor, an incredibly and always useful skill, and something that
bridges many disciplines.
I yesterday discovered a prime example of genre offering a
mode of expression that was personal, playful, and appropriate in an unusual
place: an obituary. This is a good starting point to understand what Fleischer
and Andrews-Vaughan describe when they talk about flexibility in a given genre.
I’m pondering how I might exhibit such creative elements in the photo essay.
Here is the obituary for Mary A. “Pink” Mullaney:
If
you're about to throw away an old pair of pantyhose, stop. Consider: Mary Agnes
Mullaney (you probably knew her as "Pink") who entered eternal life
on Sunday, September 1, 2013. Her spirit is carried on by her six children, 17
grandchildren, three surviving siblings in New "Joisey", and an
extended family of relations and friends from every walk of life. We were
blessed to learn many valuable lessons from Pink during her 85 years, among
them: Never throw away old pantyhose. Use the old ones to tie gutters,
child-proof cabinets, tie toilet flappers, or hang Christmas ornaments.
Also:
If a possum takes up residence in your shed, grab a barbecue brush to coax him out.
If he doesn't leave, brush him for twenty minutes and let him stay.
Let a
dog (or two or three) share your bed. Say the rosary while you walk them.
Go to
church with a chicken sandwich in your purse. Cry at the consecration, every
time. Give the chicken sandwich to your homeless friend after mass.
Go to a
nursing home and kiss everyone. When you learn someone's name, share their
patron saint's story, and their feast day, so they can celebrate. Invite new
friends to Thanksgiving dinner. If they are from another country and you have
trouble understanding them, learn to "listen with an accent."
Never
say mean things about anybody; they are "poor souls to pray for."
Put
picky-eating children in the box at the bottom of the laundry chute, tell them
they are hungry lions in a cage, and feed them veggies through the slats.
Correspond
with the imprisoned and have lunch with the cognitively challenged.
Do the
Jumble every morning.
Keep
the car keys under the front seat so they don't get lost.
Make
the car dance by lightly tapping the brakes to the beat of songs on the radio.
Offer
rides to people carrying a big load or caught in the rain or summer heat.
Believe the hitchhiker you pick up who says he is a landscaper and his name is
"Peat Moss."
Help anyone
struggling to get their kids into a car or shopping cart or across a parking
lot.
Give to
every charity that asks. Choose to believe the best about what they do with
your money, no matter what your children say they discovered online.
Allow
the homeless to keep warm in your car while you are at Mass.
Take
magazines you've already read to your doctors' office for others to enjoy. Do
not tear off the mailing label, "Because if someone wants to contact me,
that would be nice."
In her
lifetime, Pink made contact time after time. Those who've taken her lessons to
heart will continue to ensure that a cold drink will be left for the overheated
garbage collector and mail carrier, every baby will be kissed, every nursing
home resident will be visited, the hungry will have a sandwich, the guest will
have a warm bed and soft nightlight, and the encroaching possum will know the
soothing sensation of a barbecue brush upon its back.
Above
all, Pink wrote -- to everyone, about everything. You may read this and recall
a letter from her that touched your heart, tickled your funny bone, or maybe
made you say "huh?"
She is
survived by her children and grandchildren whose photos she would share with
prospective friends in the checkout line: Tim (wife Janice, children Timmy,
Joey, T.J., Miki and Danny); Kevin (wife Kathy, children Kacey, Ryan, Jordan
and Kevin); Jerry (wife Gita, children Nisha and Cathan); MaryAnne; Peter (wife
Maria Jose, children Rodrigo and Paulo); and Meg (husband David Vartanian,
children Peter, Lily, Jerry and Blase); siblings Anne, Helen, and Robert; and
many in-laws, nieces, nephews, friends and family too numerous to list but not
forgotten.
Pink is
reunited with her husband and favorite dance and political debate partner, Dr.
Gerald L. Mullaney, and is predeceased by six siblings.
Source:
“This Incredible Obituary May Be The Best Thing You Read All Week.” The Huffington Post. 7 Sept. 2013.
Online. 8 Sept. 2013. <
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/07/grandparents-day-2013_n_3887074.html>.
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