Welcome to Mapping It with Me!
I've still had maps on my mind since reading You Are Here
And I've had one written piece in this book in particular floating around in my head.
It's a piece titled "Memory Map" and it caused me to have an Ah-Ha and a Yes! Along with some nods and uh huhs too. Then I put two and two together and figured out why the fire in Alpine County, CA (and Nevada) has been so much on my mind. It's all in my memory map!
Here is that story by Katie Davis:
This piece of writing really struck a chord for me. The two neighborhoods I lived in as a child are well-mapped in my memory, as is much of The Valley. Areas I traveled over and through again and again, year after year as a young girl. So much so, that a particular building on a particular corner, its door set on an angle, will always be "The Bee Hive" - a beauty supply store where I treated myself to new hair brushes. And another corner, right next to the old La Reina Movie Theater another store which held a record store. The name was not the same as the photo in this link, but I can still recall waiting outside for my friend while holding two ice cream cones, as she went in to get our autographed Lou Rawls photographs! Oh, the hours spent in both of these places...pouring over which record to buy or watching movies, like "Paper Moon", and eating candies (remember 'DOTS'?). Every apartment building and its special features important only to children who wander and play.They call it free range these days. So, the corner church on the end on my block will always be "The Church" where we kids hung out on warm nights and discovered our independence in the summer of 1969. I could tell a million more small stories, mere blips in a crowded memory bank or I could draw my own memory map, but both would only serve me in the end. Some memories are so strong, so much a part of you that to share them is impossible, but to know them is divine.
As I write this I feel quite connected to the poem/post of mine regarding the poem by Ella Lyon, Where I'm From from so very long ago. It feels so similar that I laugh to myself thinking I am just going in circles all of these years! Ha
If you liked Memory Map by Katie Davis, you may like this one too:
↔ ↔ ↔ ↔ ↔
Anyway, all of these thoughts told me the story of why I'm so bothered by the Tamarack Fire.
The areas on the fire maps bring back so many memories.
This is the road that went to my son's first preschool, sitting in the pines. I sure loved that school experience.
This is the road to Kongsburg, the old mining town where my ex and I would hunt for 'square (headed) nails'.
This is where we'd go to Indian Creek Reservoir for day trips near the picnic tables on the water, to hike (while 8 months pregnant) long, steep trails rising in elevation...up, up, up, or to throw rocks in the water...
Highway 88, where the ranches and the old small white ranch houses lived.
Places you could easily get down to the river.
The road to the left off HWY 88 that dipped down into a large piece of grassland, a part of someone's ranch.
'Down to Markleeville' where I took my baby son on a hike, just the two of us, photo on timer.
Again, I could go on and on with personal memories only important to me. Not even my son would recall the heart connection of this place. Memory maps. Alpine County will always be these places to me, will always be that time to me.
These photos are fading, the rainbow harder to see...
but the memories and their 'map' will never fade.
May your memory maps provide solace to you in the days of 2021.
May you build new maps each day.
Whatever it is, may you treasure it.
Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021