Depending on the day I’m having, I blame, or thank, Ernest
Hemingway.
Reading his books as a teen was dangerous. For Whom the Bell Tolls did me in. I
followed it with everything he’d written. Hemingway made me think that it was possible for
a kid from the suburbs to have an adventurous life. That the adventurous life
was worth seeking. That there was more to me than a studious, meek, naive homebody.
So instead of going to college at 18, I embarked on the twisting,
turning, jumbled journey of this life.
I went to work in an auto plant, making cars on an assembly
line. An unintentional trailblazer, I was one of the first women autoworkers in
the 1970s.
As a member of the UAW, I got an education in unions, learned to question authority. I found out what sexual harassment is, observed what alcoholism can do to people at a young age, and grasped how mind-numbing factory work can be.
As a member of the UAW, I got an education in unions, learned to question authority. I found out what sexual harassment is, observed what alcoholism can do to people at a young age, and grasped how mind-numbing factory work can be.
I’m thankful someone wants to do that work; I respect
factory workers immensely, but I could not survive the assembly line. Chrysler Corporation was floundering and laid me off from time to time, leaving me time
to discover the next phase.
After breaking up with my high school boyfriend, I dated.
Dating sucks. I pray I never have to date again. Family members introduced me
to a fishing guide on an obscure, hurricane-lashed island, accessible only by
ferries that sometimes didn’t run.
Hemingway whispered in my ear, told me that islands =
adventure.
Yep, before I knew it, I was living under primitive
conditions on Ocracoke Island, and married the fishing guide. I learned to cook
in a fledgling gourmet restaurant, trained by a rebellious, classically trained
female chef. Years passed, and I became a real estate broker, discovering I
didn’t have to be paralyzed by shyness.
The marriage ended as I opened my own real estate firm and
beach-clothing store. Just as the businesses began turning a profit, a commercial
dredge crashed into the main bridge needed to get to our island ferries. With
the bridge down, the businesses were ruined.
I parted from the island I’d loved for 13 years. My new man
and I sold a few remaining assets, bought an old van, and refurbished a 1964
Holiday Rambler camper. We set out on a 2 year odyssey around the United
States, logging 40,000 miles along the way.
We’ve had a few more adventures since then. Enough to agree with Hem that "life is a moveable feast."
And through it all, with each wild twist and turn, each heartbreak, each top of the world, look at that green valley below moment, Hemingway smiled.
And through it all, with each wild twist and turn, each heartbreak, each top of the world, look at that green valley below moment, Hemingway smiled.
This is just...wow! Much of this I would have never guessed in a trillion years.
ReplyDeleteI think the only thing I knew was that you knew your way around a fishing boat.
Ha-ha it'll be our little secret. I know for a fact my students think their white-haired wacky teacher fell off the turnip truck last night. I so love to shock the little dears from time to time.
ReplyDeleteGreat post, Melanie!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Alicia!
ReplyDeleteAs a kid, I read Hemingway too, but it was Steinbeck who wielded his influence with me. All of those downtrodden folks, just trying to make ends meet, affected me and I have been one of those vile "liberals" ever since. Thanks for the glimpse into your background. And I agree, always keep the little darlings guessing.
ReplyDeleteFascinating story! Thanks for sharing.
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