east west

aspiring to be ira glass

i leave on a wednesday night red-eye for virginia. surprisingly, it's been too long, and i need to get back. i've been thinking about bringing peter's recorder that he uses for class along - maybe to document grandpa talking about his "fishin' hole" or grandma talking about the time she saw a panther when she was little. the things that are important to them, that they'd want their great-grandchildren to know. maybe i'll record anda in her broken form of bosnian-english, telling how the wars took her father, mother, and husband away and how now her "zsivot is no interessant". maybe to remember the way the front door sounds when i open it and breathe the familiar air. maybe to hear dad play reuben james on the banjo. maybe to listen to mom play her cello pieces. maybe to hear my old church "turn to page 62 and sing just as i am" during the invitation. i guess i just feel like i need to preserve the sound of my upbringing because i'm quickly losing it.

posted by jessica @ 5:12 PM