was looking at a friend's photos of his little babies on facebook and iron & wine's "naked as we came" popped into my head - of course the tiny babes were in the nude! such gorgeous, stark pictures of new life :)
but one iron & wine lyric stuck with me - "one will spread our ashes round the yard"
and i was thinking about this father i know, he's from Germany and now living in southern California and he's got this beautiful wife and these amazing babies and i was thinking, that's so wildly Americana to think that any of us will ever experience what it means to have a FAMILY HOME, somewhere we grew up and our parents did too that we know undeniably as the homestead of our forefathers.
it's such a pioneer, westward expansion, land grab concept, and i always picture this kind of house somewhere just inside the woody northeast coast... the idea that there's a place with generations of history, where we have grandma's china, that kind of thing. where you actually could spread ashes round the yard.
i get stuck sometimes on the idea that i'm fairly rootless and i'm pretty okay with it. i'm second generation, my grandparents settled in Chicago suburbs, i lived in four houses before i went to college, and i've changed apartments at least every two years since finishing college in 2003. my dream? to live in my van for 3 months and go on a north American tour, doing branding workshops for nonprofits. a bleeding heart Jack Kerouac in a jeep.
will these naked babies ever live in a country where we can establish ourselves in a physical location? or has the melting pot become an ever-churning thing? or am i too urban to have a good sense of it? now i'm thinking about my good friend in Iowa, whose family has a farm, who is on the path of that northeastern idea i have in my head - there has been a family farm for two generations. how long will it last?
and does the permanence / impermanence tension even matter in the big picture of America?