A Crystalline Memory

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Jesse was alone in the motel room. On a road trip into the past, along old Route 66. Sitting and thinking back on the time when he had lived just a few miles from this very town. On this Friday evening he was studying nostalgia. He’d been only nine years old. And his world had shattered and then been put back together as something completely different. It wasn’t his fault, but he had paid the cost. He still remembered the sense of loss and pain as he sat here in the room, listening to, but not hearing, the news reporting the odd weather forecast.His parents had fought for years. They had married young. He had been the reason. He was a surprise to a young couple just dating, not meaning to be serious. He came to that conclusion many years later, but at the time he had just figured he was somehow the cause of the breakup. It all came to a head and they had left, he and his mother. They had gone “home” to his mother’s parents’ farm back in Missouri. He had never been there. All of his young memories were centered on their desert life.At school he’d told only a few people. Somehow he’d been ashamed and also rather lost. It hadn’t been his fault but he would pay. He hadn’t felt that anyone would understand. Maybe they wouldn’t even care. But he had told his teacher, a man who had always treated him like a son. He was a good student. All his teachers had liked him and would continue to in the future. He hadn’t realized that then. It had been a source of pride that he’d been given a leading role in the annual Christmas musical that was being put on. He had a solo to sing and they’d been practicing for weeks. The musical had gone on that Friday night. But that was the night of the day he and his mother left. The animosity between his parents had grown to the point where his mother would not stay any longer. His parents took him out of that school to be on the train that was leaving. They would be spending Christmas at his grandparents’ farm. So he hadn’t been there to sing his part. He still carried a little guilt about that, even today, as a young man of twenty-eight.That school had been good to him. Jesse had been there for first and second grade. When he left he was in third grade and it was December. He couldn’t even finish the year there. He would be in a new school for the final months of third grade. He had been lost among new people, new faces, new customs he didn’t understand. A place that had caused him fear, and a loss of the esteem and friendship he’d developed at his real school.Now Jesse rested from his journey, sipped his evening coffee, and remembered even more. He had gone for a long walk out into the desert the evening before he and his mother were leaving. He had loved the desert. He still did. As he had driven here this day he had relished the smell of the creosote bushes and the sage brush that covered the landscape. It was a land of discovery for him. He recalled how that final winter they had even had snow out on the desert. So very rare. The landscape had been carpeted with a light dusting of snow. He’d never bursa escort thought of it as boring or lifeless and barren. Even now in the season of desert winter it filled him with possibilities remembering that magical snow fall. He’d been fascinated by the animals he found there. The tortoises he would find ambling slowly on their way to unknown reptilian destinations. The jack rabbits jumping out from behind a bush and scrambling and hopping away from the intruder. The horned lizards he saw making a dinner of the red ants scattered about their little hills of sand and debris. It had been home to him. And when young he often found things there that made a boy dream of magical things. During that last long walk, before the sun had set in the west, he had found a stone alongside a trail through the shrubs and rocky outcrops. It was a rather nondescript looking rock. It was small, fitting into his palm, and was smooth and sort of round. He had picked it up, tried to make out what it was, then stuck it into his pocket. Jesse had returned home then. After dinner that last full day Jesse had studied that stone he’d found. He’d gone to his small collection of books. He had field guides for plants and animals. And he had one for rocks and minerals, too. Looking into the guide he finally decided that he had a geode. That was special. He knew that inside geodes there were crystals. Usually just quartz. But they could be really pretty. Going out to the garage he’d placed the geode on the concrete slab and struck it with a hammer. It didn’t break so he hit it harder. This time it had shattered, pieces scattering under the car. At first he thought he’d destroyed it, but at last he had found two rather large pieces with sparkling green crystals in them. He put both on his nightstand before bed. The shiny green crystals reminded him of someone’s eyes.The last day Jesse’s teacher had announced to all his friends that he was leaving and not coming back. His classmates hadn’t really understand. But some of the girls did decide to give him a send off. They had gathered together and giggled among themselves as they planned something.Jesse’s memory of that day was still vivid. As they were all walking out in line from the classroom for the end of the day three of the girls held back. As he passed they took his hand and drew him aside. Each girl gave him a kiss on his cheek. It was the very first time any girl, except his mother, had kissed him. He remembered liking it a lot. He was very glad it had happened. Especially because Becky had been the last to kiss him. Becky, with the sparkling green eyes. She had been special in his mind for all of that truncated third grade year. He’d been smitten with her curly red hair. She was new to their small, desert community. No other girls had red hair. And she smiled at him every time she saw him, with her green eyes crinkling up. Which was often. Some of the guys even teased him about being her boyfriend. But he had angrily denied that. Boys couldn’t actually let anyone know they liked bursa escort bayan a girl. It wasn’t done. Now she had kissed him. So they all went their separate ways. Some went to climb into the buses. Some simply walked home. He was a walker and so was Becky. But she was heading home with a girlfriend. His house was just a few sandy blocks away from the school. Maybe ten minutes at the most. He was still thinking about the kisses. Especially hers. It had made this a much better day. As she started to take a different path, heading to her house and leaving her friend, Jesse ran up to her. She smiled. He had been so awkward. He remembered this vividly, the feeling that his face was as red as her hair. But he’d stuck his hand into a pocket, pulled out one of the fragments of geode, and slipped it into her hand. Then he ran off, not looking back. He’d always been a shy person.Jesse remembered arriving home to find that his father had the car all packed and ready to drive into town. His father had been an engineer on the Santa Fe railroad. That meant they could ride the train for free. He and his mother were going to catch the train at the station in the big town about twenty minutes away. The place his father went to when he was working. He didn’t work everyday. He would go out on the train for days at a time and then maybe be home for days after that.So, anyway, they had boarded the train with the help of a porter. All porters were black men back then. He’d hardly ever seen a black man. There were none in his little town and few in the larger town. This was going to be an interesting ride. They found their car and their seats and his father gave him a hug and then he was gone.The train had moved out and started rattling down the line on the tracks. It swayed back and forth, too, but not a lot. The winter sun, low in the sky, was going down behind them, in the west, as they crossed the desert and then went over a bridge that spanned the Colorado river, heading east. He could still make out vestiges of the snow that had blanketed the landscape. Slowly melting away.Then it was so dark he could see nothing except the occasional yard light of a ranch house in the distance. He walked through the car down a corridor passing along beside the windows that became mirrors after dark. He watched himself slowly walking towards the dining car. He had vowed to never wash his cheek again. He still remembered the feeling of the kiss Becky had given to him.That long ago train trip had taken three days. They had arrived in Kansas City and then took another train south to where his grandparents lived. When they arrived in the town with a station closest to his relatives they were met, and he hugged his grandma and grandpa. They gathered up the luggage, packed it in the car, and drove for forty-five minutes to the farm. Jesse’s mind drifted, thinking of that red haired girl, Becky. His hand was idly rubbing the fragment of geode that he still carried with him at all times. He had never really forgotten Becky. In fact, it had been escort bursa difficult for him to form any relationship with any girl who wasn’t a ginger. It had remained his only true fetish, but it never changed. Every girl he dated from that point on had red hair. There hadn’t been many. Even during college he dated only two girls.It had been years since he had any strong ties with a girl. He left college with a degree in English and then went into the service. No true career had appealed to him so he went into the Navy. He was just cruising through life, both in reality and in his mind. And he had saved his money during that tour. Now, at twenty-eight, he was a free man again. He had driven across the country, following Route 66, with nostalgia as his guide. Searching for something. But not sure what it was. He had enough funds for a long trip, and now he was here, so close to that long ago desert home. Nostalgia is a deep, abiding sense in most people’s hearts. He felt it as he finished up his coffee and arose from the bed. Jesse had checked into the motel at four o’clock in the afternoon. As he did he noticed that snow flakes were starting to drift down from the skies. Even in December this was so strange. He could see children running out into the streets as he passed through town. After taking a shower to feel better he got dressed and set out for the nearest restaurant. It happened to be rather empty at this time of day. Just a scattering of people. He took a booth that looked out to the street. The snow had stopped, but it had covered the ground, and some of the desert plants, including the Joshua trees and the desert holly bushes. That was the only holly they’d had for Christmas in his youth. He smiled and glanced around the restaurant. She was sitting over in a corner. Alone, with books strewn about her. A pot of coffee was on her table, but she didn’t seem to be eating a meal. Her auburn hair curled about her head. She was wearing glasses and seemed to be studying intently.Jesse was dumbstruck for a moment. Her bright tresses drew him, as well as the scattering of freckles across her cheeks. He was taken aback, and immediately fascinated. Who was she? He rose and walked slowly towards her. “Becky? Could that be you? Remember me? Jesse. I’m Jesse.” “What?” She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. “Who? I’m Rebecca. I haven’t been called Becky in centuries. Who are you?” “Jesse. I mean, I’m Jesse, the kid you knew back in third grade. You have to remember, please.” He was begging. This had to be something magical. It just had to be. “Sorry, man. Don’t remember any Jesse. I mean, did you go to school in Connecticut? That’s where I was in grade school. At least until I was in junior high. But that would be totally weird. Jesse? Yeah, totally weird. Sorry. Don’t know you.” His frown was intense and she couldn’t help feeling sorry for him. It wouldn’t hurt to talk to him for awhile. She had studying to do. But she could spare a few minutes. Poor sap. “Hey, come on and sit for a few. It’s cool. I’ve got end of semester finals, but I can chat. It’s cool. Sit down.” He was despondent, but he slowly sat down, running his hand through his curly brown hair. He hadn’t been waited on yet, so he smiled and waited for the waitress, so he could order some coffee.

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