I write story's for you
Every life can teach a lesson
I know what you’re thinking, “Is Storry really your last name?” Yes, yes it is. As a child I was always teased to “tell a story, Storry” or simply just called “Storrybook.” Perhaps because of my last name, I was destined to be a writer and own a writing business. Now, I’ve told many peoples’ stories now and helped tell countless others.
The best thing about writing memoirs is the huge smile I get in return for a story well told. Stories give memories a voice and a place in history. It connects our past to our future and celebrates our success and achievements. I started out in the working world as a professionally trained journalist with a background in history and political science. Being a reporter has given me the opportunity to live around the world and across Canada. I’ve worked in The Gambia, South Korea, New Brunswick, British Columbia, Ontario, Nova Scotia and the Northwest Territories. Today I live in Alberta.
There are so many interesting stories out there. Talk to almost anyone and you’ll find out something unique. Maybe it’s how their family started a business. How their father began with an idea and 20 bucks in his pocket. How that idea grew and grew and now, 50 years later, the father has built an empire. Maybe you’re talking to the owner of a company that’s celebrating 10 years. She’ll tell you how she’s worked many hours to get her business off the ground. All the hard work has paid off and she now has a treasure trove of experiences and memories. But without sharing or recording these stories they’re lost forever. I’ve always been interested in stories. Ever since I was young I wanted to hear about how my mother and father met or what my grandparents did when they were little. It was fascinating to think of my grandmother as a young girl sitting on a train in Scotland on her way to Canada. Out the window, she saw her family farm – and glimpsed her favourite dog sitting in the driveway. Waiting for her to come home. I could never imagine what she must have felt seeing her pet and home for the last time as she was on her way to a new country. Her family settled in Saskatchewan and my grandmother went on to marry the son of the local doctor (Dr. Storry).
There are tons of stories about Dr. Storry like the one where he propped up his vehicle outside a house window so he’d have enough light to operate on a patient inside the home. One day I was on a bus in B.C. travelling from Kelowna to Revelstoke, where I lived at the time. The bus made a stop in Salmon Arm and all the passengers got off and crowded into the small depot. I sat down beside an elderly woman and we began to talk. The woman told me she had been visiting her son in Vancouver and was now on her way back home to Calgary. She was quick to point out she only lived in Calgary – she was born and raised in a small town in Saskatchewan. This was the same small town my grandmother and her family settled. In fact, the senior beside me had met my doctor great-grandfather and told me the things she remembered about him. I made sure to write down her stories and add them to my family history.
We think we’ll always remember the stories we’re told by a loved one or mentor. We tell ourselves “Oh, I’ll write it down someday.” But most of us never do. This is where I come in – by doing the writing for you.