CHRISTINE
On Saturdays (and sometimes Fridays) I exhibit my art on the Farmers’ Market in
On The Rise Bread Store
Old World Style Bread
Jan from Walter's Greenhouse
Park Family Kettle Corn
It’s hard to know where to begin describing the wealth of sights on the market. Architecturally, the contrast between old and new is jaw-dropping. On
Taubman Museum and Wachovia Tower
Bridge leading to Hotel Roanoke
Back among the vendors’ booths, the goods for sale provide their own feast for the senses. Flowers, baked goods, fresh fruits and vegetables, soaps, jewelry, sculptures, photographs, paintings and just about anything else that can be grown or made by hand provide sights and aromas too numerous to take in as quickly as you encounter them. Perhaps the most fascinating aspect of the market on Saturdays, though, is the people.
Rebecca of Rebecca's Soap Delicatessan
( http://www.roanokevalleyclayworks.com )
Linda Jo Staab with her beaded and wire wrap jewelry
'Rockin' shopper, Trish
There are tourists who have come to see the
Deborah from Center in the Square Gallery
And once in a while, a person wanders by who just doesn’t quite fit in any convenient category. Christine was one of these people. I believe the “mold was broken” when Christine was created. She was born in Bahia, (now
THE CHANGING OF THE TIME
I am ready to fall back to that arrangement of the hours
wherein night is lengthened.
Those exquisite twilit moments
of long, stark shadows transform
the view
into a scissors-cut paper
silhouette.
Memories of childhood's heyday
when staying up late meant
well past seven with cocoa,
apples dipped in honey,
Badger, black-hearted pirates
and the quiet, singing of
"Now the day is over.."
Had we
let it go wasting away?-
invade the darkening room.
Oh delicate, strengthening
maple-flame evenings.
My pilgrim soul cheers, on,
"Fall back!"
After that first day, Christine began to show up at my booth every week. Each time, she brought more poems, and our friendship grew. Finally, one day she confided in me that when we first met, she looked at me and thought, “This woman is going to have a lot of major 'stuff' coming down.” But then she said, "I wasn't worried about you, though, because I saw you surrounded by angels." (I later began to feel that she was, quite possibly, one of them). She then handed me a poem that was written especially for me.
Claire of the Projects
The noise is gone now, the children scrambling at twilight
pushing the curfew in the old neighborhood. Guessing, guessing.
Who would turn up as a headline tomorrow? Catch me if you can.
Claire runs to make one last circuit hoping/not hoping to see ghosts,
the well turned out Mafia mend and their ladies
with the haunted eyes and jeweled shawls.
Claire sees. She sees the in between times and wonders. A train wreck,
a wedding in a country whose name she can't spell,
the grocer sprouting wings.
Her brother sings a song full of runes as Claire looks to the moon, a certain guide.
Telling me of this long ago time, her eyes brighten and
I see the child of the projects has carried them with her
in a gypsy's box of fortunes. Vieni, vieni.
clamor, fresh wind, the "not wanting it to be over" are there
all these years later.
Claire still runs daringly, sees between,
and circles through the shadows before the clocks stike,
back to the angels she once knew.
One Saturday morning, Christine asked me if I could use a trunk. She told me she was down-sizing and needed to get rid of many items. She said she had already given a lot away. Since I have a full house of furniture of all varieties (Woodloft is stuffed with all sorts of eclectic things), I quizzed her about how large the trunk was, what shape it was in, etc. She said she couldn’t provide a photograph of it because pictures were difficult for her to take. So, she asked if I would come to her house to look at it.
Close-up details of Egyptian hieroglyphics
Much to my surprise, when I entered her charming little cottage, I saw one of the most exquisite treasures ever. The dark brown trunk had Egyptian hieroglyphics covering the entire surface.Christine told me that her brother, the famous Robert Janz (http://www.driftdiary.com), had spent many long hours creating the trunk in 1949. Apparently, he was a bit hyper, and his mother found that having him work on the trunk calmed him down. The hieroglyphics were intricately carved and included many found on pyramid walls. The family used the trunk for years as they traveled from place to place. Trunks were used in those days in place of suitcases. It was an amazing work of art. I offered to pay Christine for it, but she refused. I offered to barter with her for it, but again, she refused. Finally, she allowed me to take her to dinner and quilt a custom tote for her with her favorite saying – "How did you know that the only way to hold me was to let me go?"
As I was leaving, she showed me a picture of her Aunt Stella, her mother’s sister. Stella had an incredible life and was also a poet. She was born in
When I later told Christine that I had placed the trunk and painting in the same room, she was delighted. She told me that the two sisters – her mother, Della, and Stella – would be proud to be “together” in the same place again through their prized works of art. Apparently they had lived at opposite ends of the
Christine gave me one of Stella's published books on poetry. It is entitled The Wizened Harvest. Here is an entry:
Love makes advances slowly,
Wildest, joy and doubt
For years on premises of heart
Play in and out.
Love's going has no caprice
The heart is certain, soon
Accustomed and embittered
In an afternoon.
As Christine continued to down-size her life, she told me she had decided that she no longer wanted her car. I didn't even know she owned one since as far as I knew, she rode the bus to the market. I offered to help her sell it. She said that was not the way it worked; that she believed in “paying it forward.” She wanted no money for the car, but wanted to give it to a deserving person. To make sure the recipient deserved her gift, she said he or she had to answer 3 important questions. When I took her to a Goodwill store that afternoon, she said she was thinking about donating the car to Goodwill if she could not find a person who could answer all of her questions properly. I mentioned that my brother, Jim. needed a car, and Christine asked to meet him.
I asked Jim and his wife, Rose, to come to Woodloft to meet with Christine and me. When they arrived, we seated ourselves around my kitchen table. A sense of expectant curiosity kept the other three of us on the edge of our seats as we awaited Christine’s questions. The first question: did Jim know the name of a certain opera and could he sing it? The opera was “Xerxes.” Christine’s late husband sang to her and she loved one song in particular from this opera, “Where’er you walk." Jim, an actor, knew the opera and the song, too. Fortuitously, he had sung the song many times during his career (and I had never heard of the song OR the opera). The second question: could Jim drive standard transmission? He could. And the third question: well, curiously, none of us can remember the third question anymore. But Jim nailed that one, too. Success! Christine downplayed the gift of the Geo she gave Jim that day, saying it was just a golf cart of a car. But it has done its job well and made a difference in Jim’s and Rose’s life.
My sister-in-law, Rose, Christine and my brother Jim with Geo
Paying forward. What a wonderful way to live. I heard recently that a customer at a coffee shop drive-thru decided to pay for the person behind him in line. The next person thought it was a good idea, too, and my understanding is that 160 cars played along (and paid along) before it ended – one small step for some people, one giant leap for courtesy and amicability!
Although Christine doesn’t live in
http://christineintheshire.blogspot.com .
What a marvelous reunion! I will never be able to thank you enough. I didn't remember the photo by the car. I cherish it! and your wonderful work.
ReplyDeleteI want to move to Roanoke and sell my things at the market. It looks and sounds wonderful! :-)
ReplyDeleteYour story about Christine is very interesting. Thanks for sharing. I found out about your blog from Rebecca's post in Facebook.
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Thanks for sharing this story. It was facinating and I actually read it twice. I also found out about your blog through Rebeccas facebook page. p.s. You two are so lucky to have a market that is so authentic!
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