Showing posts with label places. Show all posts
Showing posts with label places. Show all posts

Friday, May 23, 2008

New York City

I've had reason to be in New York City the last two days and I've had a wonderful time, exploring the city's historical immigrant neighborhoods with some students and a fellow teacher. I like the city because of its fascinating history, beautiful architecture, cultural offerings and its sometimes glorious beauty.

But New York City has a dark and dirty side, which this picture made on the subway platform yesterday morning pretty well sums up for me.

You see this sort of display all over the place in NYC and it reminds me that it's terribly hard for large cities to actually be communities where people take care of one another and their common spaces. I'll no doubt have more to say on this, but for now it seems this picture pretty well sums it up.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Y'all Listen Up

I recently re-read one of my favorite books, Mama Makes Up Her Mind, a collection of stories and essays – parables even – by Bailey White. White was an NPR essayist for years and I first heard these stories when she read them on the radio. The book was published in 1993 and I first read it then, when I was living in Nashville, Tennessee and was determined to be a southerner for life.

Things have changed in the 14 years since I first read the book (for starters, I live in Yankee territory these days) but the stories still charm. The full title of the book is Mama Makes Up Her Mind and Other Dangers of Southern Living and that pretty well sums up the anecdotes it contains. I'm charmed by the eccentricities White succinctly describes, and the life lessons she gleens from her daily experiences. Though there is much to be praised about life in Yankee territory, reading the book reminds me how much I miss the quirky charm of southern living.

And then there is the sweet tea..........I miss the sweet tea.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

A Love Letter to New Jersey

I have lived in four states ---- California, Tennessee, Nebraska, and New Jersey. I grew up in a smallish California town and went off to college in the big city of Los Angeles. I spent my grad school years in Nashville. When my son was born, I lived in a town in Nebraska with 5,000 people and 3 stoplights. Now I live in central New Jersey in a town of 10,000, sandwiched between other little towns. It's always been my experience that after a while I fall a little in love with the place that I am living. It's happened three times, so I think it's a dependable trait.

When I left Clovis for college at UCLA, Los Angeles and its surrounds represented excitement and opportunity beyond my wildest dreams. I learned to take the bus to new places and to love the city. I loved Westwood, the town at the foot of the university. I can still see its twinkling lights on a Friday night, and feel the freedom it represented.

In Tennessee, the first placed I moved after I left California, my love was immediate. Something about the thick sweet air and the relaxing pace just struck a chord with me. I lived there for five years and went back for a few summers after I had moved to the midwest. It's the only place I've ever been homesick for. That southern charm never faded for me and when I think of the idea of "home" it's Nashville that comes to mind.

It took me a while longer to love Nebraska, but I grew to appreciate the beauty of the wide view and the prairie sky, especially on a clear sunny day. The night sky was like my own personal IMAX experience. I never thought that the horizon could be so beautiful.

I came to New Jersey nearly 5 years ago, when my son was 2 years old. I like the small shaded towns strung together by busy highways (called routes by the locals...1, 22, 28, 206.... a seemingly endless chain). I enjoy the character of these towns, some with Italian bakeries, others with a Portuguese influence, and still more university towns. There are charming downtowns with shops and bookstores. There are deep dark woods to be found when I need them. Garden stores abound. It's the most multi-cultural place I have ever lived in.

I like the fact that my son can ride his bike in the streets of our town. I love our twice-yearly block parties and the fact that we can walk to the local theater to catch a movie. But close by are the bookstores, coffee houses, restaurants, museums, and lovely grocery stores that I loved about city-living. New Jersey has the small towns that people romanticize, without the smallness that can make those towns feel confining.

But most of all, New Jersey is the place my son knows best and it's home to him, reason enough to love it.