.Everyone has a story to tell no matter how minuscule they may think their life may be. Everyone sees the world in their own perspective. From their lonely point of view, their world is seen not only through different eyes, but as well as through different resonance, assorted scent, and sundry of touch of one’s hands, arms, or legs. One may just jump into bed while another describes all that is around them. Such as: How an item feels one way by your hand and differently by another part of the body.
When your feet go under the covers of a freshly made bed, how the sheets feel cool to the foot’s soul, while the legs slide in with ease of the silken crisp linens, the buttock, the largest muscle, warms the sheets first, then the back finds the warm with the help of the arms, all while the hands feel the extra softness of the sheets. Different parts of the body, feeling in their own way, the same texture of the sheets.
These are the stories of someone named David Gunnell. His memoirs.
This is not an autobiography. These stories are his memoirs, -- a focus on his intimate knowledge and his personal observation of his life. While there are always three side to every story –- his, theirs, and the truth – this is his side of the story. In his own memoirs titled, Palimpsest, writer Gore Vidal identifies that "a memoir is how one remembers one's own life, while an autobiography is history, requiring research, dates, facts double-checked."
Those who knew David know that there are many façades to him as he blossomed into a man.
There is David the deaf mute child. Not much to tell there, expect he was a very quite child.
There is David the church Lay Preacher. Quite the opposite of his mute years. As a member of The United Methodist Church, David was not only very active in his local church, he was involved with the national church through public speaking, and chairs of committees and projects.
There is David the artist. From sketching to puppetry to singing to acting to stage lighting, the list goes on. Even his handiwork in model construction with just masking tape, cardboard, and oil paints, fooling many to think his creations were from a toy store or a model kit. He showed his profound beauty within.
There is David the darling who tries to see the divinity inside the misunderstood person.
There is David, the Prudence, as a family member of the House of Dudcrest, a country wide family of friends that surrounded him with a wonderful support in his adult years.
These are the memoirs of David Gunnell. His memories...