Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Whispers from the past

The old camera had been in a box for decades, the pictures never developed, and now with the prints in his hand his blood ran cold from looking at the images that came from it. Thomas had found it after cleaning out countless dusty items from mom and Harvey’s house. The old disposable had been stashed in a box on the highest, and seldom used, shelf of the linen closet. For Thomas the camera was an odd curiosity, neither mom nor her husband Harvey had ever been much on taking pictures as he and his siblings grew up. The only pictures taken in his memory had been during strictly formal affairs like birthdays, graduations, and later weddings. What few cameras that were in the house could sit for years before the film was used requiring it to be sent off for development. Seeing that all the exposures had been taken Thomas had an absolutely burning curiosity to know what memories the old device held.
Days later in the quiet of his own home Thomas held the pile of prints in one hand, staring at each picture as if they showed bizarre rituals from long dead civilizations. After several minutes he would then move that picture to the back of the pile only to be captivated again by the next.
He knew every person in the pictures he held, they were his family. The pictures had been taken in the late 70’s on a family vacation to Disney World. The print he currently stared at showed his mom, baby sister, much younger baby brother, and himself all hugging Mickey with Cinderella’s castle in the background. Thomas’s heart skipped a beat to realize that the one taking the photo had to be his deceased dad.
Picking up the pace, quickly viewing then sliding more images to the rear, he saw a family having a spectacular adventure, everyone smiling and clearly caring about each other. He stopped when he came to the one of him standing next his dad in front of the entrance to Tom Sawyer’s Island. His father’s hand gently rested on his shoulder. Thomas now fully remembered that trip, the heat and humidity of the summer air, the noise of the crowd, and how safe and loved he felt at that moment. He especially remembered now the gentle touch of his father’s hand at the moment and how he dreamed of being just like him.
While the memories had come back each felt like an alien sensation, strange and particular as if the people he looked at were a completely different family. Thomas was glad to have the house to himself at that moment. His wife and son were out buying groceries and he needed time to come to grips with his inadvertent discoveries.
Thomas had been ten around the time of that vacation believing that everything good in life was eternal. However life’s uncertainly and brutality did not let him keep that belief for long.
Just as he turned twelve his father had been killed in a car crash, a drunk driver had crossed over into the oncoming lane suddenly. While his mother and siblings rallied around each other nothing could alleviate the pain from their missing husband and father. Far from sending them into poverty after his father’s death, life insurance and his mother returning to work had guaranteed a steady and decent lifestyle. Except that the spontaneity and love of life his father always demonstrated was gone. In its place was a sullen sadness that soaked each surviving member of his family to their bones.
Matters were made far worse three years later when Thomas’s mother brought home Harvey saying she had met someone she really liked. As much as Thomas and his siblings resisted Harvey became their step-father and while he never abused them or their mother directly we was a sour, tightwad little man who seemed afraid of both his new children and expressing any emotion. Harvey had come into their house quickly removing most of the past from view, their mother going along saying they needed to accept Harvey as part of their family.
As the years went by Thomas’s mother seemed to accept her new husband’s personality and changed hers to fit it. Thomas, his sister, and brother rebelled but never could come to directly challenge and break away cause their mother seemed so frail and lost, tied to a colorless man.
For Harvey family vacations, elaborate birthdays, and celebrations were wastes of money. Money was to be saved for those darker days when things were sparse and for Harvey every day was sparse with things always about to get worse. Many times Thomas would wonder what brought his mother and Harvey together and all he could think of was that loneliness was its own special kind of Hell and that she had reached out to the first man she had found.
For the children liberation took different forms. For Thomas’s younger brother it was college, paid for by their father’s life insurance much to Harvey’s chagrin, and who now lived in Boston. Thomas’s sister married and moved across the country out west hardly keeping contact with the family. And for Thomas it had been joining the army. Thomas realized each child though had been marked by so many years in an unhappy home.
Sitting in his home looking at the picture of him and his father on that hot Florida day Thomas realized that he had taken on many aspects of Harvey’s personality. At best he kept himself at arms distance from his son, now about the same age of himself during the Florida trip. For his wife Thomas knew he did little to show his love to her and in fact did much to criticize and push her away.
Thomas looked into the eyes of his deceased father and could almost feel the man reach through time and space telling him that he had to change not to end up lost and alone. After Thomas and his siblings had moved out their mother had sunk into a depression that ultimately ended her life. She died alone in a nursing home, not even Harvey by her side in the final hours. Thomas didn’t want to end up that way but his path seemed set in stone.
Thomas slid the picture of him and his father to the rear exposing another one, this time it was one of his entire family. His father, mother, sister, brother, and himself locked in a tight embrace in front of some fountain. The simple look of joy of that moment on his father’s face from decades ago reached deep into his soul showing him that not all was lost. That he only needed to reach out to those he loved to receive it in turn.
As if his chance had come Thomas then heard the noise of a slamming door and the running feet of his son. Knowing change would not be easy and would take time Thomas very gently sat the pictures of a lost past on the dresser and went out to reclaim his family and his soul.


Cormac Brown said...

That is such an important message about life; don't be a "Harvey" and squander life, and hope can be found in the most amazing things...even a few pictures.

Doc said...

What a powerful story! Makes me want to hug and kiss my wife and kids! You do know how to pluck a few heart strings, you rascal!


sunshine said...

Great story! Wow... I had to wipe a tear away. Seriously.
Very moving. :)


MRMacrum said...

The shame here is this is all too common. You struck a nerve sir. Well done.

Alan Griffiths said...

Powerful and melancholy writing. Great piece BB – very well done sir!

MadMike said...

You have outdone yourself my friend. I am forwarding this to some friends of my own. It is powerful and poignant at the same time and Cormac's comparison to "Harvey" was right on point. Don't squander your life.

David Barber said...

I'm pretty new to this and not read any of your work before BB, but that was stunning little piece. I'm just swallowing the lump in my throat and popping upstairs to kiss my two sleeping little girls. Excellent stuff!
Regards, David.

Nitu said...

It is a such a good story. Often we discover ourselves picking the traits of a person that we have always disdained.

Oso said...

This was exceptional. You're able to hold the reader with your writing skill,instead of needing an event to hold them. I don't know if that makes sense.

I found myself thinking of Harry Chapin's "Cats Cradle" afterwards.

Randal Graves said...

Dude, this was fucking great, maybe your best one yet. I think we need to add 'don't be a Harvey' to the lexicon.

Beach Bum said...

Cormac: The only problem is that "Harveys" seem to be reproducing like damn rats.

Doc: Made sure I hugged mine when the got home as well.

Sunshine: Well, your just and old softy.

MRMacrum: Thought about my grandfather. grandmother, and my Uncle Paul a good bit while writing this. Really wish I could talk with them again for a few minutes.

Alan: Thank you very much. Normally I'm just insane or at a minimum a little strange. Melancholy just ain't for me.

Marja said...

What a fantastic touching story It carries a big message of hardship, love and resilence Great job BB

Paul D. Brazill said...

Very well written. A 'real' story and a great way to take the intro sentence!

Beach Bum said...

Got pulled away and forgot to finish responses.

Madmike: The only problem is there are just too many damn "Harveys" in the world. In fact if I wanted to I could hit two or three easily in the middle of Rightwingberg where I live.

David Barber: Thank you and welcome. I'm adding you to my blogroll in a minute or two.

Nitu: Ain't that the truth, I have to catch myself from acting like my dad at times.

Oso: Thanks and your comment did make sense to me. While this story is not related to any event in my life certain aspects are real life.

Randal: Starting to wish I had done more with the character of Harvey but I didn't want this story beyond two pages.

Marja and Paul: Thank you, like I wrote to Randal above, I might rewrite just to see what I can do to the story.

sunshine said...

When I first read your comment back to me I mixed the words up so that I thought it said...
"You're just old and softy.".. I was like.. 'WHAT???" Hahhaa! :P

So... I see from my other blog that you are buying the new Star Trek movie too. I cannot wait to get it this weekend!!! I loved it so much. What an awesome film eh?



MadMike said...

Off subject but I preordered the new Star Trek and it arrived Tuesday evening. I have watched it three times since then. Once again I did not for one minute regret investing in a home theater system. The sound alone will rock your world....

Rhiannon said...

That was such a heartfelt story of inner turmoil of a man who by looking "at the past" began to learn to love and live in the "present" once again...all due to the "past memories" of old family photos he had never seen before.

I cry a bit here as your story brings melancholy thoughts to me. I have always so wished my blood relatives would love me and actually care about me but I have accepted the facts of reality...and what "is"...and "isn't"...but I still dream for a miracle. You just never know.

Thank you for the lovely story Beach Bum. You are quite the writer in your descriptions..it brings in a lot of imagination and ability to "see and feel" what you wrote.

Great job!


Beach Bum said...

Sunshine and Madmike: Spent far too much time today looking at the special features on the "Star Trek" movie. I am very satisfied, except I can't find a damn thing on the hot green-skinned Orion babes. They have "peaked" my interest since I was a kid.

Rhiannon: You wrote: I have always so wished my blood relatives would love me and actually care about me but I have accepted the facts of reality

I have a similar situation. While I joke about being the "black sheep commie, liberal of the family" there is a distance between me and my family I cannot bridge no matter how hard I try.

Simply put I don't look at things the same way as my blood kinfolk and lets just say I now realize that my in-laws are a completely different species govern by a logic that defies human definition.

I would love to be closer to my family and at least be friendly with my in-laws but my family has a life in the Upstate that they don't include me in and my in-laws are hopeless.

So I do the best I can and pretty much say to Hell with them, I have my kids and my family and in-laws can find me if they need me. In the end I guess that's the best anyone can hope.

Oso said...

Beach and Mike,
I love the Orion girls. I always thought they were blue,we used to call a girl at school Sandy the Blue Orion Girl. Since she didn't know that's what we called her she was only a normal level of standoffishly arrogant.She'd have been cosmically standoffish and arrogant had she known.

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