Gifting older adults their legacy.
One story at a time.
Rememorë
HI THERE. WE’RE REMEMORË
We give older adults a platform to tell their life’s stories for friends, family, and historians to listen to for generations to come.
How it works:
We offer 1:1 recording sessions at your home, care facility, hospital, or over the phone — we’ll meet you wherever you are.
We turn your stories into a mini-biography or audio podcast.
Tell your story
Your life story is not one size fits all. At Rememorë we ensure a one of a kind interview process to make sure we get the full story.
Virtual Repository
Where will your life’s stories live?
All of your stories will be available on our virtual repository which you can share with your friends, family, and historians.
Own your story
We edit each story into a digestible, cohesive narrative, sure to captivate audiences for years to come.
Rememorë in action
Listen or read Luther’s Story to see the power of Rememorë
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I'm Luther Towner, born into the windswept landscapes of Chicago in 1931. My tale begins there, but the roots of my story stretch deep into the red soil of Montgomery, Alabama, where my family sought refuge in the familiar, yet harshly divided world of the segregated South. The rules of this world were clear, unforgiving, and mandatory. Restaurants, buses—every facet of daily life—were battlegrounds in the fight for dignity. Rosa Parks, a name synonymous with defiance, was a beacon of what could be, yet her path was one few could tread.
Segregation, a specter that haunted every step and breath, became the catalyst for my departure. I yearned to break free, to carve out a life beyond the arbitrary lines drawn by ignorance and fear. So, I left. Left Alabama, left segregation, promising never to let it define me. And though I returned for fleeting moments, to mourn those lost, my journey forward was irrevocable.
The onset of the Korean War in 1950 marked the next chapter of my life. I joined the Air Force, not just as a call to duty but as an escape. The military, in its quest for bodies to stand against the tide, cared little for the color of one's skin. Here, under the stern gaze of basic training and the revolutionary decree of President Truman, I found an odd semblance of the equality I sought. Truman himself was a man of contradictions, his policies a stride toward integration, his personal views, a reflection of his time.
I didn't take to the skies, despite the Air Force's wings. Instead, my battleground was the laboratory, where I wielded pipettes against diseases like malaria and, peculiarly, became an expert in gonorrhea. The dichotomy of my duties and the peculiarities of military life never ceased to amaze me. From the vastness of the Pacific aboard a troop ship to the intimate confines of a bunk bed, avoiding the fallout from a drunken comrade's excesses was a victory in itself.
My service number, 1437-815, is etched into my memory, a constant reminder of the days spent in service and the identity I fought to preserve within the regimented confines of the military. The experience left me with a profound sense of dissonance. The military sought to strip away the self, to mold us into a cohesive unit. Yet, it was in this very loss of individuality that I found a deeper understanding of who I was and who I wanted to be.
In reflection, the advice I'd whisper to my younger self would be to choose a path that not only promises fulfillment but also aligns with one's innate talents and passions. My dream of becoming a physician remained just beyond reach, hindered by the stringent barriers of medical school admission. Yet, my aspirations knew no bounds, leading me to apply to a medical school in Germany, despite my lack of German language skills—a testament to the audacity of hope and the sometimes-blurred line between ambition and folly.
As I look back on my journey, from the segregated streets of Montgomery to the integrated ranks of the Air Force, from the laboratory benches analyzing diseases to the philosophical musings on identity and purpose, I see a life lived in pursuit of understanding, equality, and a place to call my own. My story, punctuated by laughter, learning, and an unyielding quest for more, is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity.
So, as I often part with those I hold dear, I leave you with a simple yet heartfelt directive: "Bravo, ciao ciao, be good and drive carefully." A reminder that, in the end, it's the journey that matters, paved with the choices we make, the dreams we chase, and the love we share.
Our Mission:
At Rememorë, we use novel, yet familiar technology to make sharing your story easy.
Legacy
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Rememorë is the gift of immortality.
“Every man has two deaths, when he is buried in the ground and the last time someone says his name. In some ways men can be immortal.”
— Ernest Hemmingway