Geocaching

July 25, 2020

I’m thinking a lot about roots today, and got in touch with some of my kin from my father’s side. The following is a re-write of something I composed back in the fall of 2017. It seems to fit…

I came from a home of books, and bike rides, and walks down to the river. I came from sunshine on skin, and bare feet from April til August. A place of wonder and of tears, of loss and of hope.

I came from a family who settled in Bloomington Minnesota after World War II. I came from a darkened living room, where daily deaths and casualties of Vietnam scrolled on the nightly news. I came from a hot summer night in July where my father woke us to see the Apollo moon landing.

I come from these things I learned about the war, I emerged from being embedded in unspoken belief in science, and America, and fishing, and racial justice. Done deals. The way it Is, when you call yourself an American.

I came here by love for shaking the tree. I came here out of family values of the “good” in our world, and how we’ll always probably need to struggle to make the world more closely match our vision.

The vision is gained by shedding a cloak. I am going toward a place where I the fire is tended, whether I realize it or not. I am looking at a forest of friends, to uncover the twilight of loss and why that is no country to live in.

Instead of silence, breath.

Instead of silence, the world coming into me through pores of the skin.

Instead of silence, the wind in oak branches.

Instead of silence, repose and rest.

Featured image of Crow-Hassan Park Reserve. Post image is section of restored mural painted in 1931 by Cora Holden at the Drury Plaza Cleveland Hotel. All images by Michele Montserrat.

2 thoughts on “Geocaching

  1. Dad was in WWII, but we mostly talked about the Civil War, since so many of our ancestors and relatives were involved. I wonder how the virus will play into the family stories in the future?

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    1. Patricia,
      WWII was such a looming, but not fully unarticulated presence in my house growing up. Your folks have doubtless been here longer than mine, to have the Civil War between the states figure so large. Except for my paternal grandmother Sarah Emily Payne, all of the grandparents were first-generation Americans.

      I know you’ve been a huge investigator of your family tree for a while now. I’ve enjoyed hearing your adventures digging into the geneology. What are some of the stories your father told about the Civil War?

      Best regards,
      Michele

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