A Private Session At ‘The Way Station’
Guess I write quite a bit about my feelings, about my life and times. Thought I
would allow a small portion from one of my books to do the ‘talking’ in this
post… The following is a section from ‘The Way Station’ (a euphemism for a Care
Facility) in my book, “The Cracked Mirror – Reflections From An Appalachian
Son.”Prentice Paul Hiller is recovering from a complicated hip surgery, meets and
bonds with a former Clinical Psychologist, Greta Fogel. Over the weeks of teasing and
mental jousting, Greta has encouraged Prentice to write about his life and times,
suggesting that it might be not only good therapy for him but that the end product
should be a great read.
It should be noted this memoir is 90% true, and I am Prentice Paul Hiller — but I have never been in a ‘care facility’ (other than hospital stays for hernia and appendectomy operations). The remainder is pretty much true except for names and some places… I might be a bit generous to myself regarding the 90% – but too far off.
Also, this memoir is written on ‘two tracks’ – one chapter for ‘The Way Station’ followed by chapters from periods in my (Prentice Paul’s) life. The section noted below has followed a chapter regarding Greta’s reading of one of my personal chapters.
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EXCERPT – from “The Cracked Mirror – Reflections Of An Appalachian Son” by Billy Ray Chitwood:
Having just settled in with my laptop, Greta came into the sun room. Without too much preamble, I moved the laptop to her lap, with the cursor set to start on the last two sections. “See what you think of these two sections,” I said with a doubtful expression, “I’m ambivalent! Don’t know if I went too overboard.”
It took some time for her to read the sections. She paused time and again in very thoughtful poses.
When she was finished, she asked: “You want to talk now or later? Want me to leave you so you can write?”
“No, let’s talk! First, Dorie seems really nice,” I said.
“She’s a really good lady. I’m very impressed. You’re going to like her.” She sat on the wicker chair near the window. Greta was wearing a lovely lavender sweater and beige pants outfit plus a new hairdo. Her eyes glowed with the combination.
“I already do. We had a chance to visit when she got here. She’s a version of you, really!”
“Don’t know about that, but I like her and I’m glad you do…” She paused for a second. “Shall we talk about these last two sections?”
“Really! You want to talk about the last two sections? Why do you think I shoved the laptop on your lap? Of course, sweet lady, let’s talk about these sections…you read it and acted like you wanted to leave. You don’t like the sections, do you?”
“Of course, I like the sections! You know I like your writing. You raised my eyebrows a bit, that’s all. You surprised me!” She said with a slight nod and a wry smile.
“Bet I know why!” with a nod and smile of my own. “The ‘Vickie’ sex snapshot?”
“Well, certainly, that raised my eyebrows! And we won’t dwell too long on that bit of memorabilia! However, it might surprise you to know that that kind of experience is not so uncommon, particularly when you consider the environment in which you lived, notwithstanding the criminal implications of Vickie’s complicity in the seduction. No, it is not a pretty snapshot, and it does surprise me somewhat that you would make it part of your ‘reflections,’ although your penchant for honesty and ridiculing yourself would preclude your leaving it out.” She was about to say more when I interrupted.
“It was such a vivid recall, Greta, like the earlier sex encounter with my pre-puberty aunt. It was somehow important for me to put it in, even knowing that is was highlighting depraved behavior…”
“I understand, Prentice. You need not justify it to me. You want the writing to portray the ultimate true picture of who you were then. It couldn’t be any other way for you.” She paused again, then went on.
“The ‘Vickie snapshot’ is not necessarily what I meant by ‘raising’ my eyebrows.”
“Of what then do you speak, dear lady?” using my chivalrous tongue.
“I speak of your ‘isms’ section, EST and ‘Tao Te Ching,’ and your ‘political views’ section to the larger extent. What raised my brows and surprised me a bit was the length to which you’ve gone to find yourself, your belief system as it relates to your political morality. In other words, you’re a man who strives so hard to find integrity in yourself and in others. You fight in your mind the battles of our times, wanting desperately to find a Utopia which you know does not exist. In some ways, you are an incurable romantic, a Don Quixote chasing ‘windmills’ you think are giants to be slain. You know your sins, Prentice! You know your faults, your errant ways! Your missed opportunities! And you’re trying to make up for it all with the pages of your book.” She paused, eyed me carefully with a fondness she would not hide. “And, you’re doing a damned good job!”
“Whoa, wait a minute! There’s something else you want to say. ‘A damned good job’ doesn’t quite say it all, Greta. Come on, I can take it. It might hurt, a lot, but I can take it. I might never speak to you again, but take it, I shall!” She could see the last bit as mock and tease.
“Yes, a damned good job! I say what I mean, Mr. Hiller. And, yes, Mr. Hiller, there is something else to say…” Again, she paused, looked out the window at the lovely blue sky day. “What you put down is well written. You would be aware that some of your reading audience might not share your views. That, I know you know! Incidentally, I’m not one of those ‘really smart people’ to whom you refer, but I am non-partisan. What you want, I believe most people want. You write about it passionately and sincerely. How could I fault you? The chivalrous battles you fight with your writing are noble, patriotic, and good…” She paused yet again, then wistfully continued.
“Why, I’m not completely sure, but I’m thinking of those two great volumes of Spanish literature.” She waited, pursed her lips in that cute little habitual way she had, and went on. “His neighbors thought him mad for all his dedicated reading of chivalry, but Alonso Quixano gave himself a new name, ‘Don Quixote,’ put on a suit of old armor and went off on his chivalrous quests with wild imaginings. He was at times beaten, ridiculed, and ultimately unintentionally betrayed by his dull-witted squire and neighbor, Sancho Panza. His quests, his imaginings, ended in a great melancholy. Alonso would put away his armor. The melancholy worsened with his age, and Sancho in the end tried to restore his faith. But Alonso Quixano died a broken man, and, with him, his alter ego, ‘Don Quixote.’
“What does ‘Don Quixote’ have to do with what you’re writing? The chivalry part, mostly. Though, at times, you do seem daft and wildlyimaginative!” A pause for chuckles. “You write about many differnet things in yur life. You bemoan at times the sad states of your existence, your life style, your ‘images’ of the good life, your moods, your legacy. And, to repeat myself, you do a damned good job of it. If I have any concern, it comes from my fondness for you. I don’t wish you to become ‘melancholy and broken,’ Prentice.
“Don’t try so hard to make up for your life! This writing business, the process, is good for you. Use it for all the right reasons: the legacy thing, the self-ablution, as it were, the process itself. You are who you are. You will try too hard. You will continue to beat yourself. It’s too late for the couch, not that you really ever needed it, but, if I could push but one button for you, it would be the button that makes you believe in yourself and makes you have more faith in the God who made you and accept whatever it is He intends for you. You are really a dear, dear man, and I don’t wish to see you hurt so much.”
She stopped talking and looked again out the big window, her face creased with a sadness beyond the mere interpretations she had rendered on the sections of my book. That sadness held me for a moment. Then, I decided to revert to my easy tactic of light patter.
“Well, Greta, you’ve totally blind-sided me! What the hell am I supposed to do with Don Quixote, Sancho Panza, and you?” smiling, with raised eyebrows. “Okay, methinks I get it. You’re a sweetheart!” I closed the laptop and got up. “Come on, let’s break out of this joint and find a Big Mac, fries, and coke.”
Actually, ‘Don Quixote’ and I likely had a lot more in common than I might be willing to admit. Then, again, there might be more Sancho Panza in me than I might be willing to admit.
[End of Excerpt…]
Billy Ray Chitwood – January, 2019
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Damned good writing, Billy Ray. Nice flow & reference to Don Quixote/Sancho Panza. Continue! 📚🎶 Christine
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Thanks, Christine. I value your comments. ♥
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Great excerpt. This is on my reading list.
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You are SO appreciated, dear Denise! Thank you. ♥
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Thank you for sharing this tender episode, Billy Ray. It’s time for me to read “The Cracked Mirror…”. I know I’ll love it. ♥ Have a wonderful day.
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Thank you, Gwen. Your comments mean a lot. ♥
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I have the book, Billy Ray and can’t wait to get to it. Right now I’m reading The Pickett Factor and can’t do two at the same time. (darn it.)
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Thanks, good John…your support means a lot to me. ♥
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Thanks, Billy Ray.
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More than welcome, John. ♥
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Backatcha! 🙂
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Your excerpt caused me to smile through my tears, Billy Ray. Your writing touches a chord in my soul, my friend. I think I may need to be to keep a tight lid on my emotions when I begin reading them.❤️️
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Thank you, Soooz, for your beautiful thought! Your words mean a lot to me. ♥♥♥
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You have a beautiful mind, my friend. How lucky we are that you share a glimpse of yourself through your writing.🌹
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How very special you are, dear friend! Thank you. ♥♥♥
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Backatcha! ♥
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Lovely excerpt Billy Ray xox, e
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As are you, dear Eden. xox
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This is excellent!
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Thank you, Jennie. All the best… ♥
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You are welcome, Billy Ray. All the best to you. 🙂
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