Thursday, October 10, 2013

July 18, 1965 - Feb. 12, 1973


Watergate Lane
Always, always, I scan my mental, emotional horizon for clues to what it all means.  What it means now and what it meant then and how then affects now.  The texture of life is endlessly fascinating.  Strands that make up my life are continuously separated, examined, analyzed, in hopes that eventually, my questions, indistinct and undefined as they are, may some day be answered.

Lives are fascinating.  Everyone's lives.  I want to stop strangers on the street and ask about their deepest feelings and what they feel defines them.  I'm terrible at chit chat.  Conversations without depth make me nervous.  "Real conversations" (to borrow a phrase a friend used today, in somewhat the same vein) exhilarate me, make me feel connected.

My father's POW experience - the fact that it happened, what he had to endure, what he missed, how it affected the rest of the family, the fallout - qualifies as the dominant influence on who I've become, but there are others: being a part of a large family, sometimes a family under duress, the fact that Jerry went to Vietnam;  Billy's illness;  having four older brothers; being a part of the M Society; the Sixties;  my friends;  my family's friends... for starters.

Actually who I've become was probably determined before I was born, imbedded in my DNA.  My personality type.  But, if that's the case, I have nothing to blog about today, so let's just push that aside.  Or, better yet, add it to the list of intriguing aspects.  How does the prism of a personality type disperse the rays of life's experiences and produce different outlooks and effects?  You may say, WTF is she talking about?  Believe me, I'm wondering the same thing.

I want my children, my nieces and nephews, beloved all, to know from where they come.  As if the self-absorbed, obsessive talk at every family event doesn't make it clear.  So, Jake, Jessica, Edward, Katie, Caroline, David, Fontaine, Maury, Allison, Micah, Ben, Nick, Bartlett, Denton… this is my version of Watergate Lane.  I wish you'd been there.  As Dad says, and Jim repeats, your generation is a great improvement on ours!

And, Eliza Jane, I wrote this with you in mind.  I'm glad you're interested, sweet girl.

These posts are a work in progress to be supplemented and edited indefinitely. The topic continues onto another blog page.  Click on "Older Posts" at the bottom for more - the pictures of Dad's return to ur home in King's Grant. The topic is too wide in scope for me to do it justice, but it's a start.  A meagre one.

6 comments:

Kimmy Coleslaw said...

Can't drive by this house today w/out thinking of the Denton's and my time spent here - remember laying on the roof waiting for your brother's to come home from dates and spying on them ??!! LOL

Madeleine Doak said...

Oh, I remember! I especially remember us watching Billy come home.

Haley Garrett said...

I love this site so so much.

Every post is so witty and heartfelt and special. That this is so meaningful to me- as a detached person- makes it clear that in years to come this will be priceless for your family. I know my sisters and I would have given anything to have someone to preserve our family history with this much care.

I'm so happy that I met you and for being turned on to this! Hope to see you very soon :)

Madeleine Doak said...

Haley, words fail me! I read your blog, start to too-soon finish, and it won't be the last time. I hung on every word. I wish I'd read it before we met, so I could've peppered you with questions about the whole Cairo experience.

Loved you immediately! Hope we meet again soon!

Teressa said...

Dearest Madeleine.....I'm so glad that we met and have become friends. Reading your blog, makes me wish that I had known you back when you were a child. To have been friends with you then, would have been an awesome experience. Looking forward to reading much more and enjoyng many more fun times with you.

Love you much!

Mary Lewis said...

This is incredible Madeleine. Thank you for documenting all that you have on your blog and for sharing your thoughts and insights. You are a truly gifted writer. Love you so!
Mary