This week I decided to watch one of the suggested movies on the syllabus, Big Fish, a tale about a strained
relationship between a father and son. The story entails a father who tells his
life story as an epic tale to his son. At
first the son enjoys the stories; however, as the son grows older, he begins to
question the authenticity of each story.
Only during the most intimate moment, the son becomes satisfied that he
finally connected with his father and is astonished when he personally meets the characters of his father’s
stories. Overall, Big Fish demonstrates that storytelling is a passion, passed
from generation to generation.
Passing down stories from generation to generation best expresses how
storytelling connects us. As we talked
on the first day of class, storytelling is about connecting. Big Fish, not only told a story about a
storyteller, but also how stories connect us to one another. Personally, I
connected with Big Fish as the main character, Edward Bloom reminded me of my
father. Not only the parallel of my
father dying, but the fact that my father liked to tell “tall tales” connected
me to the story. I have numerous stories
that remind me how much Dad had his own fairytales: beauty queen judging,
monster bashes, and farm life. One of the last stories I remember is when shortly
after having surgery to remove a cancerous tumor, my dad told several of the
neighborhood kids that a shark bit him and that he had to battle the shark for
his life. Cancer was that shark. A couple of years ago, my mother ran into his
oncologists who clearly remembered Dad as “the jokester that tried to fool
death.”
After nearly 35 years, I still miss my Dad.
However, I still feel connected to him every time I share one of his
tales. Thanks, Big Fish for connecting us
again.
With A Happy Heart,
Cynde
With A Happy Heart,
Cynde

