The Geography of Identity; Where Blue Bonnets Paint the Hills
July 28, 2011 26 Comments
I’m returning today from a trip to Texas. I went to Texas intending to find a job there and to return there permanently. In other words, I changed my mind. I no longer wanted to live in Kentucky. I wanted to live in Texas. But things didn’t quite work out how I had hoped they would. So now I find myself in a hotel somewhere in Arkansas, about halfway to Lexington. Leaving Texas is always hard, because I’m leaving home. I’m leaving memories and people and places that cling covetously to little pieces of my identity. I considered writing for my blog a piece titled “The Geography of Identity” in which I would map out where I’ve left different versions of myself. The child “me” is in Austin. He still clambers up trees, builds tree houses, catches snakes and frogs, scorpions and spiders. His hair is still blonde and it still hangs to his shoulders. I can still see him sitting on a hill of Blue Bonnets next to his little sister, Becky, one Easter weekend when he was four years old; meanwhile his parents are still snapping photos of them both for memory’s sake.
I remember that when my sister and I sat on that hill I was worried about crushing the Blue Bonnets. Actually, I was more than worried. I felt terrible. I also remember feeling silly sitting next to my sister, holding a blue Easter bunny and posing for a picture whose significance I would only understand decades later. What isn’t clear in the picture is that the hill on which my sister and I are sitting rises up from Loop 360, one of the busiest stretches of highway in Austin. Even twenty-six years ago cars streamed down that road nonstop. I was aware at the time that we were posing not only for my parents, but also for hundreds of drivers and passengers as they shot out of town into the folds of the Texas hill country or made their way to Austin’s newest mega-mall: Barton Creek Square.
Everything outside of the picture still exists. The four lane highway carries more cars today than when I was a boy, but it looks exactly as it did almost three decades ago. The mall has changed very little on the outside. A few apartments have risen on nearby hills with glorious views of downtown Austin and the thunderstorms that roll in from the east every Spring. Everything in the picture, however, has disappeared. The hill remains, of course, but Lady Bird Johnson and her army of Blue Bonnet enthusiasts stopped seeding that hill soon after my sister and I posed on it for my parents. It wouldn’t surprise me to learn that, in the interest of public safety, the city itself forbade parking on the shoulder of the highway to take pictures.
So now, at any given time of year, in any season, if you venture to the hill along Loop 360 you will see neither Blue Bonnets nor little children posing for their parents. Instead, you will see pointy cedar bushes creeping down toward the highway. But in my mind I see something different. The blue bonnets still paint the hill azure, my sister and I are still sitting next to each other among the forest of flowers, and my parents still futz around us with their cameras, always just a moment away from taking a picture that today recalls a moment grown more poignant with time.
*I’m going to keep blogging, but I’ll probably post about once a week from now on. I love sharing the world with anyone who happens to read these miscellany. I’ll keep commenting on other blogs, of course. Thank you for your time and conversation. It means the world to me.