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Truth Never Sleeps: Myths of the Omaha
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CULTURE
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5 / 1988 |
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Roger L. Welsch
Plains folklorist Roger L. Welsch is professor of English and
anthropology at the University of Nebraska. |
Mine is a modest library, but I would be lost without it, for it is my culture's memory. My books remind me of what other people in my culture have thought, learned, or experienced. My desk is actually not much more than a stand for my world processor; in it I store whatever thoughts or information I want to remember without having to shuffle through the "memory" of my books.
I have scraps of papers and notes stuck on the chassis of my computer, on the edge of my desk, and on the bulletin board near the door, to remind me of items I need to recall more immediately.
I make lists to jar my uncertain memory. I make a list of what I am supposed to do each day. When I leave the house I have another list with me, instructing me what I am to do, where I am to go, and the items I am supposed to pick up or leave at my appointed stops.
I usually make four or five lists for whatever it is that I have to do because I inevitably lose the first three or four. Then I wind up losing the one I take with me and I have to wrack my brains trying to remember what it was that I was supposed to do on my trip to town.
I love my literacy and cannot for a moment imagine being without it, but I sometimes wonder if my very use of my ability to read and write has not reduced me to a terrible dependency and thereby made me a victim of it. Writing is a skill that was once my servant; now it seems to have become my master.
Without writing, I am
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