Friday, June 23, 2006

Ike's trailer

An intinerent worker lived in this trailer almost forty years ago. I remember when I first met him.... he was a wizened, stooped man in blue overalls, and he said simply, "Just call me Ike." He was the first adult who asked me to call him by his first name. He lived in this trailer on a relative's property. Occasionally he did odd jobs for my father. My mother took pity on him and brought him food; she once cooked him a large pot of chicken and dumplings.

When I learned that he died, I had just joined the Church of Christ. My mental image of an un-baptized Ike burning in hell, a doctrine that my new church taught, disturbed me. I had joined the church in secret; my parents did not know. When we went to his funeral, I decided that I could not judge this man. True, he did not attend the Church of Christ and he may not have been baptized, but I could not judge him.
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Broadway, Nashville on a Friday midnight

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Saturday, June 17, 2006

the woman in the nursing home who said she knew me

After I had been there for thirty or so minutes, she walked up to me. She had been watching me for some time. I thought she was familiar, but I could not place her. I tried to remember if I had seen her the last time she visited. But she walked up to me and placed her hands on my face, and mumbled something like, "I remember you." And she said something about how she knew me. She told me her name. I took her photograph. She seems familiar, but I do not know her. So it is bothering me. Was she demented, and perhaps knew me from another time? Or did she know me from my former life as a minister? That was almost thirty years ago. She seems familiar, but I cannot remember.

I still could not find C's house. I have her address... I kicked myself for not looking it up before I drove. She has not given me any landmarks.