Do You Know This Man?

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 Do you know this man?

No?
I knew him, not so well, some forty years ago…he was a habitue, a devotee, of the Phoenix neon night life, looking for parts of himself he had lost along the long road from Appalachia: lost in an abusive and disoriented childhood; lost in a flawed and impetuous marriage; lost in the glittering promise of booze and women.
Yes, I knew him, not so well, as he made all his stumbles along the way, losing not only himself but the connections to family and friends, to the people who loved him.
Yes, of course, I’m the man in the photo and in the mirrored book cover below…there’s a lot more to the story…hope you’ll read THE CRACKED MIRROR, Reflections of an Appalachian Son, by Billy Ray Chitwood. Prentice Paul Hiller is the psuedonym I use in the book, but it’s me. AND, it’s 90% true – I wanted to avoid a ‘laundry list’ of bio info and make it titallating for the reader. I believe I’ve succeeded in that.
On the Chitwood side of the book I use the Hiller pseudonym, and, on the maternal side I use the actual family name. The narrative is on two tracks: 1) The Way Station – where my ‘pseudonym’ is recovering from a hip replacement: Prentice becomes friends with Greta, a lady Clinical Psychologist who encourages him to write a book; after Prentice writes a section, the two discuss and Greta offers analysis; 2) The bio – family suicide, murder, romance, tense war moments, and historical information sections which cover the actual events and historical moments of Prentice Hiller’s life.
Those people who enjoy reading Memoirs will definitely enjoy The Cracked Mirror…
Below, you will find short excerpts from the book that will whet your appetite to read the full volume. Behind the excerpts, there is so much more.
 
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Excerpts from:

THE CRACKED MIRROR’

 

‘I’ve known insecurity and fear, along with self-confidence, loyalty, and pride. There have been the sins, small enough, I hope, to keep me at least somewhere in the thoughts of those I’ve loved. At times I’ve longed for ‘Nepenthe,’ the drug mentioned in ‘The Odyssey’ as a remedy for grief, the potion used by the ancients to induce forgetfulness of pain and sorrow. But, then, without some pain, can the soul truly seek refuge when the long journey is over?
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The jail cell brought back sobriety and a stark reality. Sitting on a hard dirty ‘bed thing’ in the dimly lit, tiny barred enclosure, the demon thoughts came and possessed me. My world was disintegrating around me! The claustrophobic cell was my coffin of contriteness, a veritable symbol of my languishing life. There again was the ‘dark closet’ feeling within me, an anxious and suffocating hell! Grabbing at the bars I pitifully called out to the jailer, but no one came. Within the limited space I paced, stopped at the ugly stained wall, splayed my body against it, and tapped my forehead against its roughness. The jailer eventually came. He showed me a smile of compassion and told me that morning would come soon; then, I would be arraigned. The fitful night would pass.
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It is Time that wears down the acts and deeds of man into something forgettable, heroic, historical, mundane, noble, silly, unforgettable. It is Time that leads us warily toward the greatest secret of all: That which lies beyond the dark veil!
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“There are men like you in the world, Prentice, through whatever kind of intervention, divine or otherwise, who must make us cry and laugh, who record for us the stirrings of the soul which we might otherwise never know.”
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In the end, my story must be like so many others, a story of a simple kid who grew up eating emotional soup and spending a lifetime trying to digest it. There are no spectacular or heroic moments. I’ve been in the United States Navy, but I’ve never fought a war—except the one I’ve declared within myself. So I know not the pain of holding a bleeding comrade to my bosom as he or she gasps the final breaths. I know not the anguish of a parent losing a child in an accident, or, in war—unless losing a child to drugs can be comparable. I’ve loved and been in love, but I’ve never stepped far enough from myself to know the true and natural profundity of its happiness and joy. I’ve been born but never died—unless the demon of the past is segmented death. The prospect of dying scares the hell out of me—not so much the prospect itself, but the pitiful legacy that is left behind.
[End of Excerpts]
SOME LINKS:
https://www.billyraychitwood.com – (Author’s Website)
https://www.brchitwood.com – (Author’s Blog)

 

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    1. AND, you are so beautiful to make my Friday evening for me…much better than the Merlot at dinner time! (It was actually good!) Thank you so very much, dear lady. I might remind you: it takes one to suggest another is one! (Or, something like that!) ♥♥♥

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