I Can't Believe I Ended Up in Berkeley: Remembering a Country Boyhood
By Ron Parker
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Ron Parker
I live in the north west of England and write mostly adult mysteries, though I have also written a (loosely) sci-fi book for kids and a non fiction book on child care. From this you will gther that my background is in the field of child care, though I have been retired from that for some time.Until recently, I was involved with the Scout Movement, and was secretary of my local tenants & residents group. Nowadays, my time is spent writing and looking after my cat, Peggy.
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I Can't Believe I Ended Up in Berkeley - Ron Parker
I Can’t Believe I Ended Up in Berkeley
Remembering a Country Boyhood
Ron Parker
ISBN (Print Edition): 978-1-54399-991-4
ISBN (eBook Edition): 978-1-54399-992-1
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Back Row: Great-Grandpa Pettibone, Grandma Parker, Great-Grandma Pettibone
Front Row: Great-Grandpa Parker, Great-Grandma Parker, Uncle Everette, Grandpa Parker
Contents
Introduction
Speaking Plainly
Weeds and Words
Modifiers
Land of Opportunity
Arrowheads and Eagle Feathers
Grandpa’s Stories
Grinding
Two Views
Milking
Come On Up
Fourteen
Elder Brother
Failed Inheritance
The Family Line
Dreams of Mink
Roadkill Redux
Sacrifice
Oblivious
Parker Orchestra: Soundtrack of My Youth
Christmas
Promise of the Earth
Great-Grandma Pettibone
Geddes School
Class in English Class
Extra Credit
Parting Shot
Working Class
Downstream
Glen
The Old Snapper
The Night Grandpa Died
Settled Estate
Introduction
To know fully even one field or one land is a lifetime’s experience. In the world of poetic experience it is depth that counts, not width. A gap in a hedge, a smooth rock surfacing a narrow lane, a view of a woody meadow, the stream at the junction of four small fields—these are as much as a man can fully experience.
Landmarks, Robert McFarland
(Penguin Books: UK, 2016)
Most of my first eighteen years were lived within four square miles that encompassed the Parker farm and flour mill, stretches of Fleming Creek and the Huron River, the one-room Geddes School and the Dixboro Methodist Church. I shared that milieu with one great-grandmother, two grandparents, a great uncle and a great aunt, five uncles, four aunts, six cousins (two of which were double-cousins) a younger brother and sister and my parents. Even after I began to ride the school bus into Ann Arbor for junior high and high school, the formative parts of my life were still confined to that smaller world.
In many respects, the values, attitudes and perspectives of our rural context were a generation behind the rest of the culture. Every week or two we ventured into town for necessities or to sell pigs or weaner calves, but mostly, town was an exotic foreign land to be avoided. City kids had paper routes; we had traplines. Riding-horses were for rich people; ours pulled a wagon or a plow. They went to the symphony, we to dances at the Grange Hall.
I went to a small Methodist college that encouraged many of the perspectives and values I was raised with. Then, I moved to Berkeley in the Sixties. Even though this was a shock to my system, I found this new context congenial to my ways of thinking, enough so that I have stayed for more than fifty years.
In recent years, as I edge toward eighty, I find many of the attitudes and intuitions that were laid down in those early years resurfacing in my psyche. That foundation in a simpler time is still very much a part of who I am.
What follows is neither history nor biography. I’ve made no attempt to tell the whole story. It’s a loose collection of poems and stories—some brief, some more extended—I’ve written over a period of forty years or so. Some have been revised a bit to fit the style of this collection, but for the most part they are simply what I remember of the events that shaped me.
In preparing this memoir, I have stuck to facts except when facts refused to conform with memory, narrative purpose, or the truth as I prefer to understand it. Wherever liberties have been taken with names, dates, places, events, and conversations, or with the identities, motivations, and interrelation-ships of family members and historical personages, the reader is assured that they have been taken with due abandon.
Moonglow: A Novel, Michael Chabon, (Harper: New York, 2016)
Speaking Plainly
I was raised
on short,
homely words.
We built houses,
farmed red clay,
mucked out the barn,
hunted rabbits
in lingo of
rural working folk.
When we spoke,
you knew
just what
we meant.
First in my family to matriculate
to the exalted realms of higher education,
I immersed myself in academia,
declared a major in philosophy,
then steeped my avaricious brain
in metaphysics and epistemology.
I earned advanced degrees
and learned the elevated discourse
of my cultured colleagues.
I always felt
like I was
faking it.
Now,
poems of
old age
reach back;
sparse words
speak straight
to simple
facts of life.
George Parker
Weeds and Words
Got weeds
in your planter box
again.
A gruff voice mutters from the photograph above my desk.
I know.
Better get ‘em out.
"No one else cares
or sees them."
Shouldn’t be there.
A thin pane of wavy glass divides the weedy box on the deck outside from the clutter of the desk inside. On the wall, my grandfather watches from his own dark frame.
Weeds tell you
‘bout the character of a man.
"I’ve been meaning to get them out."
Y’know where good intentions lead.
He lectures me on intentions. I’ve got a doctorate in philosophy, taught ethics in a university. He quit Geddes school after the sixth grade, worked on the farm. What does he know?
"They’ll just grow again.
Why you gotta’ keep after ‘em.
His life was a war on weeds. I see him, in low light of a summer evening, after the chores are done, family resting on the porch swing; he heads down the fence row to cut the hated bull thistles and burdock.
His scythe rests on his shoulder, it’s curving blade matching the contour of his bent back, the whetstone in the hip pocket of his blue overalls.
As shadows lengthen and dusk surrounds us on the screened-in porch, the solitary figure down toward the river slips from view. When it’s too dark to see beyond the well house, there’s a lull in the conversation, and we hear the gentle ring of the whetstone, sharpening the scythe before he brings it home.
"I’ll hire someone to do the yard
and weed the planter box."
Never paid for nothin’
I could do myself,
that was pretty much everything.
"I guess that’s why
I haven’t hired anyone."
One summer evening—I’m twelve years old—I follow Grandpa to the old ice-house where he keeps his tools, ask if I can help. He looks at me sharply, considers something, points to an old scythe hanging on a nail next to his.
Use that one.
Don’t cut your leg off.
I take it down, leery of its long thin blade.
Hold on.
Take this whetstone.
Keepin’ it sharp’s half the job.
I slide the well-worn whetstone into the hip pocket of my jeans, let him lead the way across the field to where he left off last night. The sharp smell of pipe smoke merges with the scent of dry wheat stubble. He is silent until we reach the fence.
You start here.
That scythe is good and sharp.
Keep it that way,
if you want to do any good.
I wait until he turns his back, watch the