Anecdotal
Proof of Story in our lives abounds.
Here’s yet one more. I am reading
Kendall Haven’s ground breaking book Story
Proof: the Science behind the Startling Power of Story. He has been invited to be and accepted being
the featured headliner for the Spring Storytelling Conference put on by Rocky
Mountain Storytellers in April, 2013. And because I am
producing the conference, I have had the pleasure of email and a phone
conversations with him. Kendall is a
very generous person when it comes to Story and his research.
Now to the anecdote. The Conejos Writers’ Circle to which I belong
met last night to share something we had written for guidance and
critique. Because I had recently gone
through my files purging unneeded paper for recycling, and because of my recent
conversations with Kendall, I thought of an old paper I had written as a senior
for my high school civics class. Which, yes, I still have although it is
yellowed and frayed. And which I did not
purge. Why? Because of the written conversation recorded at
the bottom. My typed comment: “Mr.
Staib, I hope you don’t think I’m trying to make this seem silly or something,
because, well, I just thought perhaps a bit of humor might ease the reading of
this report since you have to read two dozen on the same case.” To which he replied in red ink: “I much
prefer a report in this manner than some of the rather unimaginative types!”
“Oh my, what did she write about?” you may be
thinking. I have included the
uncorrected highlights from the first page and a half of my story/report which is three 1.5 space full typed
pages.
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| picture of Cuyahoga County Courthouse courtesy of the Alexander Hamilton Institute |
“Upon entering the Courthouse we congregated around the jury wheel. Finally, after much expectant waiting, a little elderly man came to our rescue. He explained about the jury wheel, which was beautifully carved out of lovely cherry-colored wood. …
“After he was done talking we
were rescued (from him) and ushered into the elevators by another little
elderly man. …he led us into the main
hall. Here he left us and went to get
some legal newspapers while we stood looking at the surroundings and
talking. He returned with the papers
(all old copies) and passed them around.
(I wonder how many ever reached home.) … We were … instructed to keep
very still upon entering the court room.
“The case I saw had just gotten
started for the morning–in fact we saw the jury while we were waiting in the
hall. When we entered the doctor was on
the witness stand. He was being
questioned by Mrs. Culver’s (her real name) lawyer. It seems she had been injured in a car
accident and he had examined her. He
established the fact that her injury most probably resulted from the accident. …
“Mrs. Culver’s lawyer was
young. He seemed to be just starting,
for he had an older man with him whom he consulted many times.
“When he was done asking the
doctor questions Mr. Page’s (his real name) lawyer, who was elderly and very
sly, started asking tricky questions. He
got everything so twisted up that the young lawyer had a hard time
straightening it out during the second questioning. Many times during the questioning by Mr. Page’s
lawyer the doctor seemed to be very annoyed.
He kept making faces at the jury which registered his annoyance at the
lawyer’s intricate questions.
“After Mrs. Culver’s lawyer was
done questioning him for a second time, the doctor was excused by the
judge. He left, very disturbed.”
