My mother was the traditional storyteller in my family. When I was young, I enjoyed the stories she told me. But I remember them hazily today. So a few years ago on a cold winter evening as we sat around the family kitchen fire, I asked my mother to tell me again a story that I heard from her when I was little. My mother started to narrate the story, but after a few sentences, she stopped and said, ‘I forgot. I have not told the story for many years, and I can’t remember any more’.