[Photo: Approaching Powers' cabin, July 2014] |
For example, nestled in woods behind upscale shopping and homes around Powers
Ferry Road, there’s a little cabin lived in and cared for by a lady named Morning
Washburn. We got some sense of Morning’s life there when she ladled into our
cupped palms cool water freshly drawn from the well; when we stood in the shade
of the vast cedar tree behind the cabin; when we walked half a mile on a grassy
trail to see the fields and barns of her late neighbors, a place now preserved
as Hyde’s Farm.
With Talking Walls, I found
so much that I’d overlooked in my own back yard. A long-time member of St. James’ Church, I’d
never explored east of Marietta Square, nor visited Root House, home of one of
the church’s founders. Cutting through
Kennesaw to the interstate, I’d driven a segment of the storied Old Dixie
Highway without knowing it. For me, Acworth
had been just a spot on my way to other places, so I felt acute regret at what
I’d dismissed when Talking Walls took us through sites on both sides of the
railroad tracks, including an elegant turn-of-the-twentieth century home and
Bethel Church, lovingly constructed by its original members (now preserved with
help from Cobb Landmarks and Historical Society).
I connect to all this through my own memories of grandparents; but what
can these Talking Walls say to
children now generations away from the world of small farms and sepia-toned
memories? Looking into everyday life in
earlier times, my students typically dwell on deprivation: no “technology,” no showers,
no air-conditioning. They assume that
time was tedious without the screens and wheels that take us to our
entertainments today.
Talking Walls can teach
students how time itself felt different.
From Morning Washburn, they’ll get a sense of time as a resource, one
which must be used in season and tended.
Morning often mentioned "stewardship,” how she spent her days
caring for the land and the cabin. She
described some repairs she made to the roof, the limbs sawed off the cedar, the
time she climbed down the well, her competition with numerous deer for the
fruits of her garden, and the process of washing clothes and hanging them in
the sunlight. In her telling, stewardship of this place is a responsibility
both solemn and joyful.
Talking Walls can give our
kids perspective on the lives we lead now.
I don’t suppose Morning Washburn gets to listen to Ravel while she sips
a cold cocktail at the end of a hard day.
Still, when my smart phone dings in traffic to inform me of new meetings
added to my agenda, it’s refreshing to think: it doesn't have to be this way.
(This article was written for the October newsletter of Cobb Landmarks, co-sponsor of the program "Talking Walls." It is an expanded version of an article I wrote for this blog while still involved in the program, Georgia Landmarks Take Me Back.)
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