“‘Achieved by dauntless resolution and unconquerable faith.’
That’s inscribed in the monument for the Wright Brothers in Kitty Hawk. Those men undoubtedly had some adventures worth hearing about.
I’ve had a keen fascination with old folks, old buildings, old things, and old stories for as long as I can remember. There is something mesmerizing about a person’s eyes when they slip from reality into a memory. Generations before us had stories worth telling but I fear that might not be the case for a generation who has photo and video footage of every mundane accomplishment. ‘Look what I made for dinner.’
I am 100% guilty of missing the ‘magic’ of the moment for the sake of documenting it. I fear that as memories fade, I might forget something worth remembering. I may be right but I think the real question is, will it be a worthwhile exchange?
I have a photo of Pa balancing on a steep roof in Dayton, Ohio (ironically, the same town the Wright brothers grew up and owned their bicycle shop in). He was a roofer for most of his life.
I have a blurry picture of him holding up a handful of Canadian bills because when he was 16 or 17, he crossed the border to work on the pipeline. He lied about his skillset but once they discovered his ignorance, he had already convinced them he was a fast learner and a hard worker so they let him stay. He worked 12-15 hour days, 7 days a week, and when the job was finally over, he paid cash for a new car and totaled it before the month was up.
I’ve watched his blue eyes glaze over in revere as he called forth memories in the Florida Everglades, balancing on logs with a chainsaw strapped to his back. They had to cut down trees and avoid the alligators. He has laughed about bar room pranks and cringed over barroom brawls, a run-in with the ‘Dayton Outlaws,’ and the mobster that showed up with a trunk full of money and was found shot dead in the small town car lot a few days later. When he was in the talking mood, he would share a lifetime of stories that didn’t require a photo album to enjoy.
Pa isn’t the only person I’ve sat with as they wove together the stories of their youth. The truth is, not all of the stories were wholesome or kind. They weren’t all politically correct or even decent but they were real.
I enjoy the photographs I have of a time I only know through stories but I can’t help but wonder if the stories of my generation have been silenced because we no longer document a life but instead try to live a life worth documenting?
For the past 3 years, Casey has worked so many jobs while we’ve traveled. He has come home with stories worth telling but no photos to remember them by. Today, as we were driving through a town he asked, ‘Do you want to see what I’ve been working on?’ He took us to the Wright Brothers National Monument and showed us the roads he’s helped pave.
I took a photo.”
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