Three Generations On the Road
Without “spilling the beans” on my upcoming digital story, I
can tell you that I was inspired by prompt number one “Describe a positive childhood
experience…” At some point in my
childhood, I don’t remember when (fourth grade perhaps), I traveled with my
father and my grandfather from West Virginia to Arkansas to attend the funeral
of my great-grandmother Alice Brown. I
couldn’t have imagined it then, but this trip was so important in two
ways. First, it gave me my first
tangible connection to an older generation… one that was born in the 19th
Century, had children in the 1920s, raised them through the Great Depression
and sent them to WWII. I got to see
their land, and feel their values.
Secondly, it began a Kerouacian fascination with driving across the
United States (and other places in North America). The hotels, the diners, the waitresses, the
alligator farms, the lakes, the trains, towns, the roads, and the people became
a part of my life. Without a doubt this
left in me the taste of American-style wandering, and an interest in the
associated literature. I can say without
exaggeration that this spiraled into a deep connection to the Beat Generation,
which ultimately inspired me to become and English teacher.
This digital story will not be as easy as it sounds. Already, I am researching our road trip
route, and I need to do some interviews with family members to see how old I
was, what car we drove, and a few other details I can’t quite remember. Also, I need to get into my mother’s photo
album collection and scan a multitude of images. It should be a nice drive down formative
memory lane.
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