As with many of you, I’m outa here for the Labor Day weekend, so thought I’d post a few ideas before heading out the door.
The first one is personal – for me as well as you.
Who are your grandparents (or meaningful elder)? Who are they REALLY?
We tend to ignore or revere our elders…now is the time to look at them in a totally different light.
Once they were just like you. Ten years old…a teen…a young adult…they had mid-life crisis…had fears of growing older. They have been through every stage you have been through and survived and they can look back with or without regrets at their life and are able to understand the connections along the way from the safe distance of time.
Story idea: interview someone old, someone close to you. Force them back in time to their youth and have them talk about everyday things. What they had for breakfast. What their favorite toy or saying was. Slang from their youth. What they hated/what they loved. Ask them how things have changed…where they might have had a party line shared with other families, what do they think of cell phones that can shoot video, stills, and surf the Internet.
Just think about it – maybe as teens they couldn’t even conceive of the changes they have lived though.
Not think about this – can YOU imagine the changed YOU will live though?
Second and final idea.
It is Labor Day Weekend. Symbolic of many cultural themes. The end of summer. The beginning of the school year. A change in seasons.
How many of you or your audience have ever celebrated the true meaning of Labor Day?
Story idea: check out your community and see if there are any local events, picnics, meetings that hone in on the reason for the quintessential three day weekend. Does anyone show up? Ask them why? Then head out into the community and do a survey on what is really happening – what does your community do to celebrate Labor Day and what do they think it’s all about.
Not the most original idea…but I remember covering labor and union meetings held on this first Monday in September back in the 70s, where labor was truly honored. I’m not too sure that is happening any more.
See ya next week…the Drunken Hippo calls and I’m off to the Delta to join a bunch of crusty river rats.