Showing posts with label immigration novels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label immigration novels. Show all posts

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Chicanas Making Art, Making Story

By Amelia M.L. Montes

Reporting from two places this week: San Antonio, Tejas and Lincoln, Nebraska. This past week-- in San Antonio, Tejas, I was very lucky to spend a late afternoon/evening in Chicana writer Dr. Norma Cantú’s graduate seminar at the University of Texas, San Antonio (UTSA). What an animated, smart, passionate group of graduate students. Orale! We were all quite involved with the discussion on Cherrie Moraga’s new book, A Xicana Codex of Changing Consciousness.

A Xicana Codex of Changing Consciousness

While various ideas and perspectives were expressed, my eyes kept focusing on the swift-moving hand gestures to the right of the table (note the picture below). Those hands are Rita Urquijo-Ruiz’s hands: knitting!

Dr. Norma Elia Cantú (Chicana author of Canicula and countless edited books) —leading her graduate seminar at UTSA. Notice Rita Urquijo-Ruiz’s quick knitting hands on the right-hand side of the table.

Chicana academic and performance artist, Rita Urquijo-Ruiz was knitting a gorgeous brown winter scarf during the entire graduate seminar while also contributing brilliantly to the discussion. She, like me, was a guest that night. I had brought my writing materials. She brought her knitting loom and yarn. I kept watching Rita’s fingers move up and down the loom while students quoted, argued with, questioned Moraga’s words. Moraga writes: “The language of the Xicana story—if it were to be real—is fragmented, it is the stutter, the garbled utterance caught in the silence between tongues, tongues literally ripped from mouths. It resides in the taboo languages of the body: the vulva pressed unashamedly against a bed of dirt or the body of another woman in the effort to remember what got lost somewhere. It is a paling Odami descendent speaking through the body of Xicana performance” (45).

Rita knitting (photo by Dino Foxx—gracias Dino!)


Knitting loom

Moraga’s words here kept me thinking about Rita “speaking” with her hands. Later I learned that Rita was “performing” her tia Rita's art form in the making of this scarf that she completed by the end of class and then gave to me (lucky me—see picture).

Left scarf made by Rita Urquijo-Ruiz who is on the right
wearing a gray scarf made by her mother

Rita reminded me of another Chicana writer, Belinda Acosta—who knits to create story. And then there is also Chicana performance artist, writer, jewelry maker and painter, Anel Flores, who believes that every art medium she uses is telling story.

So I decided to dedicate today’s bloga to these three Chicana writers/artists who create art in various mediums to tell a story, to bring together “fragmented” language/memories (prompted by Moraga’s words) in order to speak and remember art, story, who we are.

Rita Urquijo-Ruiz who, as I described, loves using the knitting loom to create lovely long, warm scarves, is an Associate Professor at Trinity University in San Antonio. She is co-editor of Global Mexican Cultural Productions with Rosana Blanco-Cano (see book below) and her single author book, Wild Tongues: Transnational Mexican Popular Culture, will be coming out next summer.

One of Rita’s co-edited books, Global Mexican Cultural Productions

Growing up in Hermosillo, Mexico, Rita learned to knit when she was 12 from her tia Rita (her mother’s only sister). When Rita moved to the U.S., she soon forgot about knitting—until years later when she met up with Dino Foxx and Billy Muñoz, founders of “The Yarn Dawgz.” These Chicano brothers taught Rita all about knit graffiti and yarn bombing. “A gay man and two straight men who do knitting,” Rita tells me. She says they are passionate about bringing color and art to urban spaces. Passionate indeed because a simple “google search” on “The Yarn Dawgz” will lead you to multiple hits on Facebook and also a website/blog that announces their next creative project: a documentary about the yarn graffiti movement and their own work as “Fiber Artists.”

The Yarn Dawgz (Manuel Cros Esquivel, Dino Foxx, and Billy Muñoz)

Rita is grateful that Dino Foxx and Billy Muñoz encouraged her to return to knitting. “For me,” Rita says, “There is something about knitting that is very comforting and it helps me concentrate better. It lowers my heart rate when I’m frustrated with work, with academia. Even if I just do it for 15 minutes, it then helps me return to my work with much more clarity. And the fact that it’s handmade—people seem to take to that over more materialistic gifts. It’s really neat to have something to relieve my stress and when all is said and done, there is a product to give as gifts. I also connect with the maternal side of my family while it makes people smile. It is just a gift from the universe—handmade. And my aunt gave me this gift.” Rita has been very productive with her academic writing and she attributes her success in good part to the many scarves she’s created. “I’m on my 25th scarf and they’ve all been given to wonderful friends. Each scarf is different.”

The “Rita” scarf I’m wearing in the picture is the one she began and finished in Norma Cantu’s class! My scarf has a literary creation story!

Anel Flores is a writer, performance artist, painter, and jewelry maker. She is the author of Empanada: a lesbiana story en probaditas and she has also performed scenes from the book.

Empanada, by Anel Flores

Anel performing scenes from Empanada

She says, “my painting and jewelry making inform my writing because I bring the story of my grandmother and other women’s stories into each art medium.” Anel’s story is that her grandmother lost almost all her possessions in a fire. One of the only items that survived was a small box containing her grandmother’s lace. This lace appears on the cover of her Empanada book, on her paintings, and she has created imprints of the lace on the rings, earrings, and necklaces she makes.

Anel’s grandmother’s lace

“I weave everything together.” Indeed—Anel’s work braids together all of these artistic mediums to create a pattern of stories about the struggles, the pain, the understanding and love in family and relationships.

Anel Flores’s beautiful corazon jewelry

Belinda Acosta, author of the two quinceañera novels, Damas, Dramas, and Ana Ruiz and Sisters, Strangers, and Starting Over also knits. She is a Chicana, born and raised (and who learned to knit) on the great plains of Nebraska. Currently, she lives in Austin, Tejas while making regular visits al norte to visit familia in Lincoln, Nebraska.

Belinda Acosta

Damas, Dramas, and Ana Ruiz and Sisters,

Strangers, and Starting Over by Belinda Acosta

“It helps encourage creativity,” she says. Belinda learned to knit, “in Home Ec (home economics) when they used to have such a class in Jr. High.” She remembers learning the various structures: weft and warp knitting, knit and purl stitches, flat knitting vs. circular knitting. Like Rita, after leaving the class, she stopped knitting. It wasn’t until a few years ago, after her father became ill that suddenly she had a strange feeling that her body was telling her to head for the yarn store and begin knitting. “I was surprised that I picked it up fairly quickly. My body knew how to do that and because of my body’s reaction, I kept being surprised at how fast I picked it up—that my body knew and hadn’t forgotten.”

I asked Belinda if knitting also informs her writing as Rita and Anel have noted. “Knitting is very rhythmic. It is something similar to praying the rosary or meditating. It is an activity that settles you, calms you because you are creating rhythmic motions over and over. Often when I’m writing or in the middle of a writing project and I get stuck, I’ll either take a nap or get to my knitting. Knitting allows you to take a break from the problem and because you’re involved in this physical activity, it gives you a chance to relax your brain and then you return to the writing with much more clarity.” Here are various pictures of Belinda’s knitting methods and here is a scarf she made for me.



Belinda’s knitting methods

I am wearing Belinda’s scarf in Nebraska (at the University of
Nebraska-Lincoln, Ethnic Studies Program offices)

Belinda also knits, because, as she says, “I can be a stress eater. I can’t eat when I’m knitting. At the same time, I get to massage a different part of my brain where there may be a knot. I free it. Plus—I like to make things for people.”

Rita, Anel, Belinda—all making beautiful art that tells a story. In Norma Cantú’s book, Canícula, there is a section entitled “Cowgirl.”

Canícula: Snapshots of a Girlhood en la Frontera by Norma Elia Cantú

Cantú writes: “My brand-new, black patent shoes, bought with the money Mami made selling dresses she sewed on Bueli’s Singer, remain hidden by the long, full skirt of the red gingham dress, also one of Mami’s creations” (33). Then later in the chapter entitled “China Poblana One,” there is a picture of a young girl in a China Poblana outfit. “Mami has braided my shoulder-long hair, adding volume and length with yarn—green, white, and red—verde blanco y colorado la bandera del soldado. The dazzlingly white blouse embroidered with bright silk to shape flowers like the ones that grow in our yard—roses, hibiscus, geraniums, and even some that look like the tiny blossoms of the moss roses remind me of summer, although it’s a warm February day” (38).

Reading this description of dress-making and hair braiding (with yarn!) reveals a narrative of immigration, of two cultures (Bueli’s Singer, black patent shoes, and embroidered silk), of seeking to place on the page a remembrance of what Mami created in a land where the month of February is warm, where hibiscus, roses, geraniums grow, where individuals are discovering and reconfiguring their identities.

As for the history of knitting: It is too long of a story so I will be brief. Historians trace the origins of knitting to the Middle East, specifically Egypt. The Spaniards learned the art from Muslim knitters. The Spaniards then brought knitting arts to Mexico. There are also paintings of knitters throughout history. The fifteenth-century German gothic painter, Bertram of Minden painted the Madonna knitting (see below). And contemporary Chicana artist, Yolanda Lopez has “Our Lady of Guadalupe” not knitting—but at the sewing machine creating and shaping art (in this case, her blue estrella-laden mantle) with cloth.


Bertram of Minden

“Our Lady of Guadalupe” by Yolanda Lopez

It was a pleasure talking and spending time with Norma, Anel, and Rita. Now here in Nebraska, Belinda has given me this beautiful red scarf that she made.

I am wearing Belinda’s scarf next to a Patssi Valdez acrylic entitled “Saturday” (1997)

How lucky can I be: two scarves, a gorgeous heart necklace, and their important words on the page. It's important to place a focus on these writers'/academics' knitting, jewelry-making, painting. They are mostly known for their serious and poignant writing which is indeed a gift to us. How they illustrate "story" in other mediums also gives us additional information and stimulates our own aesthetic sensibilities. And stretching oneself creatively is indeed healthy as well.

Thank you all and happy knitting! Vamos a tejer! Let’s go unknot our brains!

Friday, August 19, 2011

The Long Wait


photo by Valorie Smith


Melinda Palacio

I’ve spent the last five years waiting for my novel, Ocotillo Dreams, to be published. My first task was to finish the book, something I accomplished after completing the PEN Center USA Emerging Voices Fellowship. In 2007, I entered the program with two creative writing publications: one poem and one short story, accepted for the anthology: Latinos in Lotusland: An Anthology of Contemporary Southern California Literature. The EV fellowship came with writing classes, working with a mentor, the support of six writers, and author evenings to show us the ropes. Some of the author events were pretty grim as established writers leaned heavily on the word Luck. I kept reminding myself that luck may not grace me and that I should keep my focus on writing and publishing. When I felt confident about sending out my manuscript, the fifth publisher I sent it to Bilingual Press, housed at Arizona State University, accepted my novel for publication in 2009.

The years of waiting in the wings went by quickly and before I knew it, I had dozens of poems and stories published. I wasn’t afraid to read my work at open mics and events sponsored by the journals that published my work. I treasured every opportunity to read. However, nothing beat listening to other writers read their work. There were times when I was frustrated, when I thought my writing wasn’t worthy of attention, yet alone publication. Every week my mailbox was cluttered with rejection slips, letters, and rejection emails. I would reach low points in my writing career, only to be given small glimpses of validation and the will to succeed. When I started to lose hope of success, I received small miracles of acceptance. Sometimes the miracles came after a reading, when an audience member would take me aside and ask for my book. Sometimes the miracles were simply acceptance letters. And sometimes, those acceptance letters came with a check or cash for my writing. I might admit that luck played a role in my being the first person in my PEN EV Fellowship cohort to publish a book.

Subsequently, did luck play a role in my winning a scholarship to the Squaw Valley Community of Writers Poetry Week in 2008? Did luck play a role when I won the 2009 Kulupi Press’ Sense of Place competition? Did luck play a role when Bilingual Press accepted my novel, Ocotillo Dreams, for publication? Did luck play a role when I held an author copy of my book in my hands?

Most likely, luck played a small role. However, so did hard work. I wrote poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. I rewrote my novel while working on unrelated short stories, poetry, and news articles and columns. I took writing classes, attending workshops, talks, and read novels, read books about reading and writing, read newspapers and journals, read. I told anyone who would listen about my writing, about my novel, about my poetry. I started maintaining a website and blog in January 2006 after my first poem was published. I told myself I wasn’t going to write about the trials of not getting published. I was going to celebrate the opportunities I received as a writer who hadn’t yet published a book. I've also had the privilege of sharing my journey with La Bloga. Although I didn’t know the name for it, I was building my platform by taking myself seriously as a writer and by working on my craft.

In the news this week, I have a mention in Poets & Writers, the Santa Barbara Independent, and a feature story by Leslie Dinaberg in Noozhawk. Yesterday, I was interviewed by Kim McMillon on her radio show, Arts in the Valley 1480 AM KYOS and you can listen with me on Saturday, August 27th at 8pm.

Join me and say hello as I visit some cities on my old fashioned book tour. While I'm more than willing to try a virtual book tour, skype with book clubs, and encourage friends to 'like' and review my book on Amazon, I'm hitting the road and hope you will stop by and hear me read a few pages of Ocotillo Dreams.


Ocotillo Dreams Fall 2011 Tour Dates

more info www.melindapalacio.com

August


August 12, Tattered Cover, Denver, CO 7pm


August 20, Tecolote Book Shop, Montecito, CA 4pm


August 31, Changing Hands Books, Tempe, AZ, 7pm


September


September 17, Tia Chucha’s Centro Cultural, Sylmar, CA, 12:30 pm to 2:30 pm


September 17, Autry National Center, Burbank, CA, 3:30-5:00 pm


September 27, Chaucer’s Books, Santa Barbara, 7pm.



October


October 1, LAPCA Author Event at Olvera Street, Los Angeles, 11: 00 am to 5 pm


October 2, 10th Annual West Hollywood Book Fair, Fresh Fair New Fiction Panel 10:30-11:30 am


October 6, 26th Annual National Hispanic Women’s Conference, Phoenix, AZ, 2pm


October 7, Mesilla Centro Cultural, New Mexico, 7pm


October 8, Alamosa Books, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 2-3 pm


October 13, Octavia Books, New Orleans, 6 pm


October 15, Garden District Book Shop, New Orleans, 1pm


October 23, The Maple Leaf Bar, New Orleans, 3pm



November


November 10, Green Apple Books, San Francisco, 7 pm

Friday, January 15, 2010

New Books, Jewish Film Festival, Sheepherders


NEW BOOKS


This week the spotlight is on two new books dealing with aspects of immigration.

[publisher blurbs]

Black Alley

Mauricio Segura
, translated by Dawn Cornelio
Biblioasis, May 2010

In the Côte-des-Neiges area of Montreal, the first stop for many new immigrants, live people of more than 100 nationalities. Marcelo, the sensitive son of Chilean refugees, and Cléo, a shy boy from Haiti, find friendship on the track, winning a major relay race together. Years later, in the same streets, two violent gangs, the Latino Power and the Bad Boys, confront each other, and their leaders must decide whether they will be united by their childhood friendship, or divided by race.... A seminal statement about multicultural societies, this brilliantly constructed, deeply felt novel set off a controversy when it was first published in French. Its appearance in English is a literary event not to be missed.

Mauricio Segura was born in Temuco, Chile in 1969 and immigrated to Quebec with his parents as a child. The author of two novels and a book about French perceptions of Latin America, Segura lives in Montreal, where he is well known as a journalist and commentator on immigrant issues.

Becoming Americans: Four Centuries of Immigrant Writing
Edited by Ilan Stavans
Library of America, October, 2009

Immigration is the essential American story. From London or Lvov, Bombay or Beijing, Dublin or Dusseldorf, people have come to America to remake themselves, their lives, and their identities. Despite political obstacles, popular indifference, or hostility, they put down roots here, and their social, cultural, and entrepreneurial energies helped forge the open and diverse society we live in. The history of American immigration has often been told by those already here. Becoming Americans tells this epic story from the inside, gathering for the first time over 400 years of writing—from 17th-century Jamestown to contemporary Brooklyn and Los Angeles—by first-generation immigrants about the immigrant experience. In sum, over 80 writers create a vivid, passionate, and revealing firsthand account of the challenges and aspirations that define our dynamic multicultural society.

In nearly 100 selections—poems, stories, novel excerpts, travel pieces, diary entries, memoirs, and letters—Becoming Americans presents the full range of the experience of coming to America: the reasons for departure, the journey itself, the shock and spectacle of first arrival, the passionate ambivalence toward the old country and the old life, and above all the struggle with the complexities of America. Arranged in chronological order by date of arrival, this unprecedented collection presents a history of the United States that is both familiar and surprisingly new, as seen through the fresh eyes and words of newcomers from more than 40 different countries.

Ilan Stavans, editor, is the Lewis-Sebring Professor of Latin American and Latino Culture at Amherst College. His books include The Hispanic Condition and On Borrowed Words: A Memoir of Language. He edited Isaac Bashevis Singer: Collected Stories (three volumes), also for The Library of America.


MUSEO DE LAS AMERICAS AND THE JEWISH FILM FESTIVAL


Museo de las Americas is a proud in-kind sponsor of the following films showing during the Denver Jewish Film Festival.

Denver Jewish Film Festival sponsored by Wagner Wealth Management runs February 11-20, 2010.

All films screen in the Shwayder Theatre at the Mizel Arts and Culture Center at the JCC, 350 South Dahlia Street, Denver, CO
Tickets for individual films are $9.50/General Admission or $8.50/JCC Members, Students, & Seniors
(303-316-6360 or www.maccjcc.org
Festival passes are available at a significantly discounted price.

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The Fire Within: Jews in the Amazonian Rain Forest
&
Post Film Discussion with director Lorry Salcedo Mitrani

Sunday, Feb. 14
6:15 pm

Director: Lorry Salcedo Mitrani
2008/USA/Peru/60 minutes
English and Spanish with English subtitles

Of all the far flung places on earth, who would believe the Jewish Diaspora extended to a remote village in the Amazonian jungle of Peru? The great rubber boom of the late nineteenth century attracted fortune hunters and adventure seekers from all over the world, including a handful of Moroccan Jews. Some of these men stayed in the tiny village of Iquitos, Peru, where they married indigenous women and started families. Over the course of the next hundred years, these families retained vestiges of their Jewish heritage, including surnames like Cohen and Khan, even as they adopted local practices and beliefs. The Fire Within tells the remarkable story of this community's attempt to unite with the global Jewish community, an effort that explores the deeply nuanced question of what makes a Jew.

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Camera Obscura (La Camara Oscura)

Monday, Feb. 15
7:30 p.m.

Director: María Victoria Menis
2008/Argentina /86 minutes
Spanish & Yiddish with English subtitles

This exquisite Argentine film derives its title from the earliest from of photography. As with the invention of photography, this film challenges us to "see" and observe. Gertrudis, born at the end of the 19th century was considered an ugly baby and an unattractive child. She grows into an insignificant and invisible woman, virtually ignored by all, and is lucky to marry well. A dedicated wife and mother, Gertrudis fills her home, and the life of her family with beauty. Her flower arrangements, gardening, meals, and the clothes that she sews all express her passion for beauty, yet these efforts are taken for granted by her family. When a photographer is invited to their home to take some family portraits, his life experiences, his background as a Surrealist artist, and his powers of observation enable him to "see" Gertrudis. This refreshing film is visually, intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually engaging; a powerful film with a lasting impact.

Selected Awards & Festivals
Grand Prize, Pays de Caux International Latin Film Festival, 2009
Best Film, International Jewish Film Festival of Uruguay, 2009
Honorable Mention, Leipzip Argentine Film Festival, 2009



COLORADO SHEEPHERDERS

The organization I work for, Colorado Legal Services, has a Migrant Farm Worker Division, whose staff attorneys and paralegals advocate for and represent migrant workers in a variety of employment-related cases, from wage claims to working conditions to trafficking issues. This week, the Division released a report that details abuse of Colorado's sheepherders by their employers. The sheepherders are foreign workers employed through temporary visas. In Colorado, there are about 300 herders (from Peru, primarily) who obtain temporary employment in the United States through the H-2A Program. Because of their connection to that program, these workers are not provided with some of the basic protections other workers enjoy, and in Colorado they actually have less protections than migrant farm workers.

The report was compiled from interviews of 93 herders over the past two years by Migrant Division staff, volunteers, interns, and other advocates. Among some of the abuses noted are such things as no days off for more than a year; wages paid less than every month; no functional toilets; no ability to leave the ranches for any period of time; no visitors or other contact with the outside world; and confiscation of the workers' documents, such as passports, by their employers. Although the report has just been released, it has already attracted a great deal of attention. The Denver Post ran a short article, as did Westword; it was featured on the Huffington Report; and the Managing Attorney of the Division, Jennifer Lee, was interviewed on NPR. And, of course, racist and anti-immigrant opposition and nonsense have already popped up. Check out some of the comments to the Denver Post story, here. In any event, I'm proud of my colleagues at CLS who continue the good fight against overwhelming odds. I had to mention their excellent work here on La Bloga. You can read the report for yourself at this link:


That's it for this week - later.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Review: Into the Beautiful North

Luis Alberto Urrea. Into the Beautiful North. NY: Little Brown, 2009.
ISBN-10: 0316025275
ISBN-13: 978-0316025270

Michael Sedano


Don't say anything negative when I ask this question: Into the Beautiful North is one of those novels a reader will not put aside until its conclusion, ¿No?

Absolutely yes.

But then the reader will ask if Urrea's current novel is worthy of the praise heaped upon the author's notably wonderful novel, The Hummingbird's Daughter?

No. It's not.

On the other hand, Hummingbird's Daughter is an impossible work to follow; that is one superb novel. Whatever you are reading next, stop that. Go to your library or bookseller and take delivery of The   Hummingbird's Daughter. Read it. You're welcome de adelantado.

Into the Beautiful North, is not Hummingbird's Daughter. How could it be? A buddy novel, Urrea wisely sets out not to build on Hummingbird but to do something completely different. And quite well, ese, if you get what I mean, y si no, pues, no. But Into the Beautiful North is one of those funny pieces that comes along only every once in a while, so, finishing the dramatic Hummingbird, read this next one; you owe it to yourself.

Would any film fanatic compare "The Wizard of Oz", let's say, to "El Norte," or, maybe "Spanglish"? As an intellectual romp, one might. Howzabout comparing Into the Beautiful North to "The Magnificent Seven?" Now there's the delightful parallel; not mine, but Urrea's. His crew of colorful characters venture out from backwater Sinaloa to the mercilless frontera of San Diego / Tijuana, perhaps the two worst cities in the world, on a "mission from God" like los hermanos azul. 

How refreshing to discover a border crossing story that is a comedy. Not that Into the Beautiful North, is not a deadly serious border crossing story; it is. But the crossing ain't the tale, it's the cultural gaps that define the limits of these characters' experience, and infuse the plot with a sense of dread that, thankfully, Urrea holds in abeyance.

On their first crossing, they get caught. Not in a calamitous tragedy for the three teenage girls, but for their friend, Tacho, a gay vato who's assumed the role of protector and adult. Tacho gets an asskicking by assholes from the ICE. La migra, the regular tipos, are just regular good people doing a job, but these newly appointed jerks have no sense of honor. But then, Urrea sets up the beating long in advance of the mid-novel crossing.

Tacho has a lot of smarts that, owing to Mexico's extreme poverty, never had the benefit of a classroom. He's not ashamed of his sexuality, nor do his fellow villagers shun him for being himself. Outsiders, like the corrupt cops who come through selling mota to tourist surfers, could make life a misery. Tacho laughs at their hatred by taking the stereotypically gay limp-wristed posture as the name of his bar, La Mano Caida. As Tacho and the three luscious teenage girls are being processed back to TJ at the San Ysidro lock-up, he calls out the name of his business. The mensos from ICE hear Tacho wrong; they hear a terrorist organization, "Al Kaeda." It's a funny phonetic trick but also a satiric gut punch. As a literary device, it strikes me as a contrivance. The one weak element in an otherwise brilliant novel. I wonder if Urrea came up with the joke first, then forced the plot to arrive at that moment?

Ni modo. Pretend you've never read Urrea's earlier work and take Into the Beautiful North for itself. You'll laugh, breathe sighs of relief, nod your head knowingly at the deadly serious facts that rest just beneath the surface of this wonderfully comedic satire of manners, love, lust, and immigration.

Memorial Day, 2009.

Every year I struggle to defeat my sentimental nature that tends to the maudlin. This year, I lost, and sank into a green funk, staring into the faces of some soldiers I trained with back in 1969. A friend asked if I know where these vatos are today, if they lived through that year? I do not know, and I do not want to know.



The storms start out there, on Monterey Bay. Grey blue haze obscures the horizon between sea and sky. Eyes front, but the vista compels our eyes to dart left, to take in the wondrous mottled light beyond the red roofs and yellow barracks, past the sparkling white sand of the firing range. On the water, bright patches where sunlight penetrates the morning dank define the luminous swell and ebb of the tide. Darker greys wash down from the ether shouting rain! Wetness swooshes across the water, heading directly toward us. “The Daily Dozen.” Windmill stretches. Jumping jacks. Jump thrust. “United States Army Drill Number One, Exercise Number Five, everyone’s favorite, the Push Up.” We drop to the front leaning rest position and begin the four count exertion. “One, two, three, ONE, Drill Sergeant, one two three TWO, Drill Sergeant…” Peripheral vision of breathtaking beauty counterweights a boot shouting in your ear, “keep your butt down, Trainee!”

We smell the rain coming, pushing the air before it, enveloping us in cool humidity that smells wet, that raises gooseflesh. Now we hear its relentless arrival. Below us, Ft. Ord has surrendered to its drenching. Visibility zero down there in forbidden territory. We are maggots, confined to The Hill.

The first heavy drops of water strike us, a few more, more. At the order we pull our waterproof poncho from our gear, hunker down under the protective sheet. We are forty green tipi spaced dress right dress across the platoon’s PT field. The rain noise drowns out any other sound but the swirling wind pushing up from the bay. An unrelenting volume of water strikes our heads and backs. We savor these moments of privacy, alone with our own thoughts and memories, for now the Army only this dull green light and the sound of the passing squall. We feel rivulets form, tingle, and stream the length of our spine as the water courses down to the ground. We are blind; we can see only our boot toes and the corona of daylight that glows at the periphery of our waterproof poncho. Mud splashes against our now scuffed, once spit-shined combat boots. Run-off forms around our toes, puddling fashions the outlines of our leather as erosion sculpts a memory of our presence on the land.

The noise abates. The rain passes. We obey. Ponchos off. Stand tall. Monterey Bay sparkles with magical light, whales, porpoises, salmon, sardines, Steinbeck…"U.S. Army Drill Number One, Exercise Number Five. The Push Up…”

We bitched and moaned. We laughed. I hope we all lived.


So here we are, the last Tuesday of May, a Tuesday like any other Tuesday, except you are here. See you in June.

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