I am one of four kids. The earliest photos only show the youngest three. My older brother is 3 1/2 years older, so he didn't hang around with us when we were little and too boring to be his friends. Later, when we were all in our teens, we started to smoke pot together and those were the days that cemented our familial connections. Even now when we laugh, we can all flash back to the same moment. The four of us living together was like life on a very wild commune. Our parents thought we were mad. We were.
I think the photo that may require the most explanation is the one of me when I was 14. Behind me is a table full of relatives. My parents had thrown a party for my uncle's in-laws who had flown to New Jersey from California. Everyone is sitting in chairs, except for me. I am striking a very odd pose, and I know that I was influenced by the news of the times, the era, The Beatles (Relax your mind and float down stream). Shortly after that photo was taken, I parted my hair down the middle, grew it down to my waist, ironed it straight, painted flowers on my legs, and plastered peace signs on everything. Those were the 60s. Later, when I was building a cabin in southern Oregon in 1974, my parents came up to hammer in a few nails with us. That's my father in the picture. And that photo of the smiling group of long-haired folks in 1975 is of my siblings and me.
This is my life as I remember it.
each a lonely half of two
connected always
grounds my sense of place on earth
camaraderie
tells of self-immolation
sacrifice for peace
sees beauty where I did not
shy heart awakens
buy ten acres, build cabin
bake pies, coleman stove
finds deep in cells, blood, and bone
our shared history
seek solace, find Darwin and
fossil ecstacy
two broken hearts try again
perfect confluence
hope to be fearless at death
so, wink at future
I often go wandering along the winding world wide web looking for magical places to visit and admire and your blog is certainly one of them! Thank you for sharing your peace with the rest of us, and your photography and beautiful home.
ReplyDeleteHi Robin...just discovered this short history of you...lovely! and extremely well done. I must try it someday, but not sure I can be so haiku-ish. Also discovered I'm a year older than you (have always felt you are so much wiser..thus older...) huh!
ReplyDeleteI know you wrote this some time ago, but I just discovered your blog today. (I laughed at your comment about Arkansas Patti's resolution and wanted to look you up!)
ReplyDeleteYour blog is interesting and your post here is lovely. I too have a twin brother and a sister a year younger--and one 3 1/2 years older. We had a great time together and still do, all retired now and able to see each other more often. Your photos and haikus inspire me--I write a nature blog but am thinking of adding a family one.
Kay
Foals must learn to leap
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And so I thank you.
Will you write more? I so enjoyed the journey your page. The photo progression was like a timeline of my own life. Please post more. It's good for the heart.
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you are so beautiful. Your hair! So are your siblings. Just now wandered on to your blog; I'll be sticking around. Very nice. thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteJust found your blog with Roger -- looks interesting.
ReplyDeletelove reading this again!
ReplyDeleteHello Robin...I'm a friend of John Swinburn on Facebook. I've recently been reading his blog, and commenting, saw your comments as well, and wandered over to your page. Really liked your short auto biography. I too am from the bay area...grew up there at the same time as you. Certainly can relate! Will continue reading here, as I find you and your stories to be very interesting!
ReplyDeleteYou weathered well but your a year younger than me so rock on. Loved your little story I must try it myself.
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