We Share Our Mother's Health
The entire weekend was permeated with this ineluctable sensation of the unheimlich, but I will always cherish these few days I was able to spend reconnecting and reminiscing with old friends.
posted by d l wright at 7/11/2006 09:30:00 AM
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Ahh... the picture. Quite the classic moment there too. Our little Dan Campbell "chaperoned" Disneyland trip.
I had no idea that you had a digital version of that picture, which I assumed was scanned from Taylor's copy. (I still have my original as well.)
Bonus points if you can remember who took the picture.
And you're right about the "uncanniness" of it. Even my three hours with a random assorted of high school friends and acquientences post the diaspora of the last six years. It really struck me with how much I've changed since then.
You are really testing my memory here (almost 9 years!).
If my memory serves me correctly, our expedition through Disneyland consisted of our "perfect" group of 12 -- named not because of the quality of its members, but because it could be broken down perfectly for the numerical requirements of any given ride. In the photo, 10 are accounted for and I assume that Ian is somewhere in the background near Chris [probably avoiding Britta].
The 12th spot was a revolving position -- I believe it was inhabited by Rachel Sykes at one point, and then woefully by Matt Garrett for Splash Mountain ("It's a log ride, do you know how Freudian that is?")
So, my hypothesis is that the picture was taken by the most ginormous of men: Patrick Jennings, who would later manhandle Andy Nelson since you and Peter Reiter shotgunned the other bed.
Or maybe I am completely off.
I did indeed scan it from Taylor's copy -- she was going through her old photo albums looking for pictures of Duncan to take to the service.
The photo is bittersweet. It is this blissful memory before the first κατακλυσμός.
24 hours before we left for California (and were stranded in the gravitational hold of Victorsville), I brought Jordan flowers and confessed my love sparking a chain of events that would lead to the catastrophic car accident on the way to Zion. The tragedy made manifest the underlying social tensions in our disparate group and it dissolved. That summer I would take TOK and begin to socialize with Taylor and Alexis and Nell.
The rest, as we say, is history.
You are absolutely right in your recollection. Patrick Jennings took the picture with my camera. An indelible moment, to be sure.
I don't think I've ever heard the full Jordan story. Nor do I think we've ever compared notes on the TOK summer.
Mostly I've forgotten all of this. Yet clearly I haven't.
P.S. I did forget about me and Peter calling the bed. If I remember right, we'd made the deal that Andy would have to share his with Patrick Jennings before we left on the trip. That was a shared moment of brilliance.
P.P.S. How was the funeral? I'd love to read your and Ben's comments.
There were plenty of brilliant moments from that trip -- my favorite of which was when the bus stripped the fire hydrant clear off its base.
The Jordan story will have to wait. After being stripped to an inert anecdote, it has surprisingly gained a whole new level of emotional resonance.
I will leave it to Ben to comment on the service.
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