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A Milan Kundera Day

Written by: womenslegacy
Published: September 8, 2014 -- Last Modified: September 8, 2014
21 Comments

Today I am struggling with being and nothingness.
My mind travels from the bleak, drenching 21st Century Arizona rain to artful black and white photos my mother never snapped of pans filled with shelled peas my brother and I had spent hours extricating from pods.  Creativity allows me to examine an imaginary composition, a nonexistent thing, but a very real thing, prior to my mind assembling them just a few minutes ago.bank barnThe photo’s context is black and white too.  A large bank barn, sets at the top edge of a long slopping hill.  In front of the barn is a solid tamped-down barnyard with another outbuilding to the north located just before it also dips down to meet a tiny stream that drains a nearby wooded knoll.  A rusty two bottom plow rests there too, where it was detached from the old John Deere last spring.
Closer still to the vantage point of the scene is a country lawn a few feet higher than the barnyard.  In the contextual panorama a skinny boy, scarcely adolescent, sits in a stiff gangly non-pose in an aluminum lawn chair, a well-used pie-pan filled with raw peas rests in his lap.   He wears denim dungarees, and a  plain white t-shirt and sports roundish tortoise-shell horn-rimmed glasses.  He seems fragile, and anxious, constrained by an unknown  future so heavy it already presses in on him and weights him down.
I am there too.  I am incidental to the scene and too young to know more than the moment, the sunshine, and the bright starchy crunch of raw peas.  I sit next to the lawn chair distracted by a the sticky, sweet dance of a honey bee on the soft spikes of a clover blossom.  I cannot imagine the scene being any different than it is.
I cannot imagine nuclear-tipped missiles, much less that they are being deployed to an island called Cuba by my country at this very moment.  I cannot imagine that skinny boy in ten years.  That is the second image. I wish I could not now imagine it.
rift opens
In the second photograph that never was I am the same age as the boy in the first picture, the vantage is from a farmhouse window looking down to the midnight black silhouette of a young man, cigarette in hand leaning against a muscle car outlined against the lighter gravel of a driveway.   The red-hot glow of the cigarette punctures the moment and tears a rift in time as a maelström of shredded flesh and shrieking wraiths of Khe Sanh detach from the man and are sucked into a collapsing universe into another dimension.
Even at that moment bits of him were already connected to that netherworld.  Soon the process will be complete and I will watch from that long ago frame, alone.

Categories: Creekside Commentary, Late BoomerTags: a soldier's sister's memories, Cold War, Cuban Missile Crisis, death, Khe Sanh, Marines, Vietnam, war

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  1. Carol Cassara

    September 8, 2014 at 1:46 pm

    Moving, beautiful, spiritual. Blessings.

    Reply
  2. Kim Tackett

    September 8, 2014 at 1:59 pm

    lovely and haunting. just being is all we can muster. xo

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 8, 2014 at 4:27 pm

      Exactly. I am. Bits and pieces of a brother remain. Soon memory, electrochemical neural connections, will be the only real bit of my brother to exist.

      Reply
  3. Cathy Chester

    September 8, 2014 at 2:02 pm

    The bleakness of the photos are amplified by your words, and they all feel haunting and lonely. I hope this feeling of yours is only momentary.

    Reply
    • Nancy Hill

      September 8, 2014 at 4:20 pm

      I can’t say much more than this now, but my heart is breaking. I had to write to release some of the sadness.

      Reply
  4. Lois Alter Mark

    September 8, 2014 at 2:07 pm

    Beautiful and devastating, Nancy. Thinking of you and your brother, and sending lots of love.

    Reply
    • Nancy Hill

      September 8, 2014 at 4:17 pm

      Thank you Lois. My heart is filled with stark sadness.

      Reply
  5. Ines Roe

    September 8, 2014 at 4:01 pm

    The photos and your writing is haunting

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 8, 2014 at 4:16 pm

      Haunting is a most apt word. Images can haunt us in the same way spirits are said to. I wrote the images that were in my mind.

      Reply
  6. Nora Hall

    September 8, 2014 at 4:26 pm

    A beautiful, but hauntingly sad piece. I do hope yo and your brother find peace. Blessings.

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 8, 2014 at 4:29 pm

      Thank you, we will. Life is so beautiful, but we do not fully recognize it until we understand its tenuous and transient nature.

      Reply
  7. Chloe Jeffreys

    September 8, 2014 at 7:29 pm

    This is so beautiful and so sad. I am so sorry.

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 8, 2014 at 8:00 pm

      Thank you Chloe. Sadness seems to walk hand in hand with love. So complex.

      Reply
  8. Ruth Curran

    September 8, 2014 at 7:47 pm

    I see, hear, and feel the heaviness and sorrow in your words. Sending you peaceful thoughts…ones that allow you and your brother to rest. Much love my friend….

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 8, 2014 at 8:04 pm

      Thank you so much Ruth, and yes, sorrow is the word. Thank you for your peaceful wishes, that is what we want for him.

      Reply
  9. Donna Tagliaferri

    September 8, 2014 at 8:03 pm

    wow…..your words were crafted so well. thank you for sharing.

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 8, 2014 at 8:09 pm

      I have learned that sharing, even sharing the personal raw stuff, is healing for me and can help others.

      Reply
  10. Linda Roy - elleroy was here

    September 9, 2014 at 8:11 am

    Being is a constant struggle. Especially in a world where so much tragedy seems to surround us. Thank you for your moving and insightful words and for sharing these beautiful images. Wishing you peace. xo

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 9, 2014 at 9:00 am

      Thank you Linda for letting me know it is okay to share our struggles.

      Reply
  11. http://www.judyleedunn.com

    September 11, 2014 at 7:02 am

    A scene. A snaphot in time. So beautifully written, Nancy. I am sure you didn’t start this piece thinking about writing something beautiful, but you have touched me in a deep way. I can see and feel your words. My heart breaks for you right now. And I am writing my memoir now, so I know how the writing can help get the emotions out. Peace to you.

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 12, 2014 at 8:37 pm

      Judy, thank you. I tried to write well, he deserved so much more, at least I can give him the most finely crafted words I could could muster. And sometimes words just flow.

      Reply

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