“There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences.”<\/p>\n
– Jane Austen, Mansfield Park<\/p>\n
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Iaeger, West Virginia. Nineteen seventy nine. The old bus terminal that use to sit somewhere along the river bank. Maybe next to Sears & Roebuck<\/em>? Maybe not. Maybe Sears & Roebuck came after it was already gone?<\/em> I can\u2019t remember. But I do remember the terminal; the diner it held. And it\u2019s a memory from this diner that\u2019s running away from me. <\/p>\n I keep trying to get my head around it. To see all the things I can already hear and smell and taste. But all I see is a plate. White. With a blue racing stripe around its edge. <\/p>\n The room smells of beef. The real kind. And of lettuce. It sounds like my grandfather. Loud and laughing. He\u2019s sitting beside me. Telling a story. To men or to the air. I can’t see him; all I see is the plate. But he\u2019s there. Just like the sun. Breaking through the windows, fracturing over hands and faces, lighting up the room. <\/p>\n My grandmother tells me to put my legs together. I\u2019m in a dress. It\u2019s Sunday. The day her husband doesn’t work. Church is over. She doesn\u2019t use words, but I feel her hands on my knees and I know what they mean. They say things, my grandma\u2019s hands. Like…<\/p>\n \u201cAlways be a lady; but be a smart one.\u201d “There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences.” – Jane Austen, Mansfield Park —————— Iaeger, West Virginia. Nineteen seventy nine. The old bus terminal that use to sit somewhere along the river bank. Maybe next to Sears & Roebuck? Maybe not.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[26],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-768","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-writing-tips"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/768","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=768"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/768\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=768"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=768"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=768"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u201cMen will fool you; but they will love you too.\u201d
\n\u201cDo and become; <\/em>because I could not.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"