My Writing Companions

Grandmothers and grandfathers and…

they poke at me and tug my sleeve.

Listen to us; our voices are real.

These things did happen.

Tell our stories, learn from our lives.

Keep our words with you…  (adapted from a poem by Pauline Brunette Danforth)

This photograph was discovered during the journey that has led me to write personal essays about homeland, family and myself.  The picture shows my maternal grandmother Christine Lebline [Rapp] in 1910, at age 21, about the time she graduated from Indiana University.  That was a year before she fulfilled a longstanding dream of traveling alone to Europe, which was unusual for single women to do at that time.  I found the picture during a visit to my mother’s home four years ago.  I don’t recall ever having seen it before, and since that time, it has served as one of my important companions during my explorations through writing of my life and times.

The assured expression on my grandmother’s face in this photo offers me a sense of her presence, encouragement and inspiration during my writing process.  There are times when I even feel as if she is writing these stories with me.   My grandmother was a busy woman during her adult life and she never took time to tell much of her story, let alone write it.  Now, it seems, she has chosen to write her story through me–and I do not object.

There are other sources of inspiration within my writing space too–my Grandfather Lee Simmons’ pocket watch and a recently-discovered photograph of him holding my father as an infant.  There is a photo of my great-great-Grandfather John Lebline, along with his walnut writing desk, as well as photos of some special places I have been, some of which I am writing about in my essays.  There are pictures of my three daughters, Jill, Lara and Dawn, and my grandson, Samuel, along with a quotation by Emily Dickinson:  I dwell in Possibility.  There is a photo of the 90 year-old oil painting of my mother by long-ago Brown County (Indiana) artist Ada Shulz, which served as inspiration for the esssay “Biography of a Portrait.”  There are glacial stones, prehistoric artifacts and fossils–each with stories to tell.  And, of course, there is a picture of my wife of 43-plus years, Mary Ann, who has been with me every step of the way throughout this writing journey. 

Such symbolic companions form a fabric into which I weave myself each day when I write in my space.  It is a sacred journey.


This piece was written by Steve Robert Simmons in 2011.  All rights reserved.

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Steve Robert Simmons

Steve Robert Simmons

…and though it be my story                                                                                                                    it will be common,                                                                                                                                    though it be singular                                                                                                                                it will be known to you…  (Mary Oliver)

I will be occasionally posting some of my personal essays on this site for the benefit of friends and family–and their friends and families–and their friends and family.  I welcome comments about the pieces, and especially ‘resonances’ that might give an idea of what you find to be meaningful about a piece of writing.

My greatest desire as a personal essay writer is to offer stories and ideas that others find relevant to their own lives.  I trust that there will be meaning for us all in this site.

Thanks for taking time to read my work.

Steve Robert Simmons

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