“The longest journey in life is “between the past and the future”.

Today is an ugly day. It is cold, dark and damp. Showers are predicted for later. My concert is cancelled but not my trip to the dump as it is closed the next three days, and my car is already filled with trash and wet cat litter and probably flies.

My living room has been ravaged by a four legged marauder. I noticed today that a wooden figure from Ghana is gone, and a small pottery tagine from Morocco is missing its top. I’ll have to go through the yard and hope to find the missing items.

This morning I dusted places which haven’t seen the light of day for probably years. I hadn’t meant to dust, but I just couldn’t leave it. I used my sweatshirt sleeve, my handy dust rag. I found small chunks of peat my sister had given me. I lit one, and the aroma brought me back to one of my trips to Ireland, the one with my parents, my grandfather and two aunts, a tour group of sorts. We stayed a night in Youghal, a beautiful seaside town where some of Moby Dick was filmed. The place where we stayed was really old. The stairs to the rooms were worn and dipped in the middle. The dining room had a fireplace where peat was burning. The TV room had a small TV and rows of mismatched chairs facing the TV. My room had a saloon door for the bathroom. It was funny as you could see the toilet below the saloon door. My bed slouched in the middle. If you tried to sleep on one side or the other, you rolled to the middle. In the morning, while we were having breakfast, a parade of kids dressed in their uniforms went to school. I think I counted five or maybe six kids. That B&B is still among my favorite places where I’ve stayed.

This blog is a repository of my memories, the memories of my childhood and my wanderings. Ghana plays big because it has influenced all of my days since then. When I got to Ghana, I was only twenty-one. I was wide-eyed and took in everything, amazed I was in Africa. I remember training started the second day. My room in Winneba, our first stop, was on the second floor. I could look out over the town, and I remember being excited seeing my first palm trees. The ocean was a short walk away. Breakfast was the best meal because we could identify what we were eating. We couldn’t at dinner.

I etched all of those all those wondrous experiences into my memory bank so I’d never forget. Even now, I can touch it all. I can see and hear it. I see women in colorful cloths carrying babies on their backs. I can hear the tribal languages in the market and the calls to me, to the obruni, to the white person. I remember the market smells, the goats and the goat dung. When I close my eyes, I can see my whole town as it was.

When I finally returned, Bolga was far different, but I didn’t care. I was home for a while.

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6 Comments on ““The longest journey in life is “between the past and the future”.”

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Thanks for your blog including all your memories. Today, the sun is shining and the temperature is in the upper 80s. A cold front is headed our way with rain predicted through next Friday. I’m debating if I should add water to the pool, or hope the rain comes. I added water before the last front and we got just a pittance of rain. 🙁

    I have been writing down my memories in a kind of journal since the Covid lockdown in March 2020. I started writing down the details of my family history, my career, and my most memorable students because I’m beginning to forget their names. Your blog may have instigated my writing. Additionally, I want to leave it for my kids to read before they discard it along with my remains. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      My pleasure!!

      It is raining right now but not heavily. I can’t even hear it, and the dogs don’t mine going outside. The rest of the week will be in the 60’s, typical fall weather here. The trees are beginning to change o the cape. They already have started further north.

      That’s a great idea, your journal, especially the family history. I wished I had spent more time with my grandfather hearing his stories. Your kids will appreciate your journal. Add pictures if you have them of your family, especially the ones your kids never met. I have some great pictures of my father’s relatives.

  2. Birgit Says:

    I think Nala will be a great Easter bunny, either hidden eggs in the garden or … Well, maybe it isn’t such a great idea.
    It was a lovely day today, unfortunately I couldn’t really enjoy the sun though the sunset was glorious on my way back home. Chorus rehearsal for hours, we hope to sing two Christmas concerts this year but nobody knows for sure yet, Corona regulations can change any time.
    Nice transportation songs above, I took bike, tram, train, road and a walk today but can’t think of any tram songs.

    (Btw, I still back-up your blog. Not perfect, just words and pages, just in case. Let’s hope you don’t need it.)

    • katry Says:

      Hi Birgit,
      I just rescued my cole slaw from the yard. The cover was too tight for Nala to open it. I foolishly left it on the den table.

      She’d eat the eggs. Both dogs are eating machines.

      It is good to hear that your chorus has started again. I was wondering about that. My uke band has been playing outside. We have one outside concert left, in Hyannis next Sunday.

      Thanks on the songs I went through a variety of lists trying to figure what to play and where I could download the songs.

      Thanks!! I’d hate to lose this one too.

      I did buy the url https://keepthecoffeecoming.blog. I figure no one can complain to anyone about the posting of songs as there’s no one to complain in the blog’s address.

  3. Christer. Says:

    Hi Kat!

    Nala seems to be a bit worse than Alma when it comes to stealing but Alma thought I would notice that all what I put on a sandwich was gone as long as the slice of bread still was on the counter 🙂 🙂 🙂

    I rarely remember anything from back in the days, only when I come here to be honest 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      Nala steals so many things I can’t protect everything. I just go into the yard to see what I can find. She steals from the counter, from tables and whatever else she can reach.

      I have wonderful memories of my childhood. I ride by my old house when I visit my sister who lives in our old hometown.

      Enjoy your day!

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