With all the snow and ice this winter, and then with this week’s mayoral election, I just knew that the seniors in our memoir-writing class were getting phone calls. “Friends and relatives from warmer places are calling you, right? They’re asking you why you don’t move closer to them.” Their heads nodded in unison. A chorus of “uh-huhs.”
And so, the assignment for last week was: Here’s Why I Haven’t Moved to _________.” It was up to them to fill in the blank. as always, these writers did not disappoint. Audrey’s parents came from a small town in Edgefield County, South Carolina to Chicago during the Great Migration, and Audrey had considered moving there.
I’d see a lot of relatives on my visits. my aunts and uncles were so comforting. One of my older cousins coined the phrase “door poppers”: short visits to as many people as you can in a period of time. I think our top count was 15 in one area. No matter how short the visit, the people were glad to see you.
When it came time for Audrey to retire, however, things in Edgefield County had changed.
My thoughts had been that I would come to a place that would remain a quiet country town, but it was getting quite busy. The next generations were unlike their elders. A home-cooked meal became take-out. No “door poppers” with them. They are hardly home. I thought I knew the traditions and behavior of the people in the area, but as generations change, so does the culture.
It was so interesting to hear all the essays and find out, one, which place each writer had considered moving to, and two, what had kept them in Chicago.
Joette’s piece about why, if she ever moves to L.A., she’ll take a plane, opened with a description of her Pop’s decision to close his Puerto Rican diner in New York City and drive the family (along with their flamboyant counterman and bus boy) to Los Angeles:
His cousin told him that it was the Promised Land and invited us to join her there.
My mother packed up a few pieces of clothing for each of us, and only one toy per child. Not much of a sacrifice. We were so poor the three of us kids didn’t have much to begin with. I brought my doll, although I would have preferred taking the Rock-ola.
Joette’s description of the beloved jukebox they’d left behind in the New York diner reminded all of us why it is oh so important to include detail in our writing.
The counter guy Raul used to love to dance to the big beautiful Rock-ola juke box that blasted out a vast collection of tunes sung in Spanish. As a six year old, it delighted me to watch him dance as he went about his chores. I loved to lean on the huge wondrous music machine and feel its heartbeat pulsing with the amazing rhythm of its Latin soul. I liked to put my eyes close to its colorful lighted body and see the green and red world shining within it. Standing on tip toes I could watch the 45s drop into place and the record player arm move as if by magic into perfect place to play the number requested for only a dime, five plays for a quarter.
Wondering why I haven’t moved away from Chicago? The answer is obvious. I’d miss this class too much!
And here I always thought it was the White Sox that kept you in Chicago…
It has to be your class that keeps people there- as it seems like winter will never end. But then I think THAT is what really keeps people there- the changing seasons. Yes – winter is long, but what joy everyone feels when spring and summer come along and after the long hot summer the cool of autumn….. and then knowing that there is always an escape to another warm climate, cool climate- so it is not about the climate…. it has to be the people…
Delicious details. Made me think of “I’d Give a Dollar for a Dime,” wonderful song by Eubie Blake and Andy Razaf, recorded by Joe Williams. You should get it for Joette. (99cents at Amazon downloads.)
Oh, and one more thing. There is so much more to living a good life than weather!
Beth,
The expcerpts from your class essays make me want to take your class. Ever thought about teaching a writing course online?
Oh, Lolly, I’m flattered by your suggestion, but afraid I’m just a bit too old-fashioned. I mean, I’m confident I could figure out the technology to do an on-line class, but really, the part I like so much about this class is being there in the same room with all the other writers. A wonderful, wonderful vibe. Not sure that could happen online.
My writing students have shown me the importance of getting out and about, I think that’s part of what keeps them so young. I’ll stick with the live-and-in-person method of teaching for now, but thanks for the compliment –it makes me feel good that you’d like to take my class.
Wanna move to Chicago?!
If I could only figure out a way to write as great as you and inspire people as you do I could combine it with my photography and maybe get somewhere. Keep up the great work. Any appearances coming up in the ‘burbs soon? You know I would come and visit you.
Hey blog readers — I went to grade school with Ray and we caught up again after my memoir came out — for obvious reasons I can’t vouch for his photography but hope you will all link to his name above and check his web site of photography out –he’s a great guy and I have a feeling he’s a great photographer, too —
Oh, and I actually had to link to the calendar on my web site to see if I had any suburban dates coming up:
http://www.bethfinke.com/schedule.html
I’ll be at a school in Wheaton, IL on March 25 but not sure that’s open to the public. Am also visiting a class at Elmhurst College on April Fool’s Day, need to get that on the official calendar, too. Thanks for the reminder, Ray!
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