It made me think about my own record of my experiences. Ever since watching Ghostworld--the movie in 2001, I began journaling and drawing in sketchbooks, journals, diaries, whathaveyou. Some are much more embarrassing and revealing than others, but at this point of my life, I probably have 20 or so notebooks filled to the brim.
When my Grandma Sue died in 1999, she left behind a legacy of hospitality and generousity, but also, she left me with the knowledge of crochet and a tin box of recipe cards. When Bach contracted alzheimer's disease and moved out of her apartment, she too left behind a tin box of recipes. In it contained a few recipes, most of them cut out from old Woman's Day magazines. But there was one handwritten card that I cherish. It is for apple cake. It was the one thing that I remember Bach making from stratch. Light and fluffy, full of love. We would stand in the kitchen and peel and core dozens of apples. Perhaps what I loved most about the story of Deliverance is that I relate closely with the idea that the women in your family try so hard to pass down their particular legacy.