A sign for The Mousetrap on Granville Island
Memory triggers can sometimes come from unexpected angles. Recently, the connection of two overlapping events brought forth the flavour of a genealogy trip in my past. One of the groups I belong to is the BCGS Writers Group. In our society, practicing genealogy writers of various stripes meet monthly to critique submitted writing or discuss our latest tribulations and triumphs. Recently, it was decided that we, as a group, would submit "Then and Now" columns to our monthly newsletter. I don't really need another writing project since I already write an article every month but chimed in with my druthers before I could be assigned something. So I chose field trips as there have been quite a few of those since the beginning of the society and I've participated in a few.
With that in the back of my mind, I responded positively to my book club's social event. We were to attend Agatha Christie's The Mousetrap put on by the Artsclub Theatre on Granville Island. That brought forth a whole memory of being with a BCGS group staying at Kew so we could access the National Archives. It was within transit access of London, so one night we decided to attend a play. I wanted to see The Mousetrap which had been playing in a theatre there for decades but that idea was nixed because one of our group had already seen it. Instead we saw a farce. Not really my thing.
The memory brought back the feeling of that trip being with my fellow genealogists. We might have been researching different places and times but then and now we have a common language and love it when we can get together with people who can appreciate our stories even if we do have different taste in theatre productions.
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