First-Hand, one way or Another

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As a writer I attempt to develop believable fictional characters. But I share nothing in common with some of them. I possess no first-hand knowledge of their experiences. For example, how do I create a believable character who endured the Rockies and the threat of scalping?

First-Hand Experiences

Linda Jane Brooks_circa 1951The closest I’ve come to scalping was Mother detangling my rat’s-nest hair with a fine-toothed comb. Worse yet, such a combing after falling asleep with gum in my mouth. Or just after a home perm. Ouch.

The roughest first-hand travel I’ve experienced? A 1950s vacation from the Rio Grande Valley of Texas through the western U.S. Our Chevy had no air conditioning, so around the Panhandle of Texas, we rolled down the windows. Sweat had pasted our shirts and shorts to the vinyl seats. chevrolet-829805__340Gale-force winds whipped through the open windows. My brothers weren’t bothered in the least, but I endured the horror with clenched teeth. My neatly pony-tailed hair-do (I was OCD-ish about my hairUsener_GermanColonizatio165) swept into my eyes and around my head, stinging my face like a wild Texas sand storm. 

What did winning the West by foot, on horseback, or in wagons do to bodies? Covered wagons weren’t known for their comfy spring systems or plush upholstered seats. Something tells me I wouldn’t have made a hearty Westward covered-wagon-50631_960_720Ho traveler.

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Another flood twelve years after “the flood” of ’55

The Flood & Beyond

The closest I’ve come was an event we locals called “the flood” of 1955. Raymondville, Texas had had a lot of rain, to be sure. But the flood had more to do with the railroad tracks built down the center of town without proper drainage than what the rain gauge read. Water covered the land from the railroad tracks, past our farm four miles outside the city limits, and beyond.

We lived on a dirt road, so when it rained, we groaned. Our treks into town were precarious. Our car slipped and slid, sometimes into the ditch. (Daddy was called out of a deep sleep more times than once by an embarrassed teenaged boy who had “gotten lost” out in the country with his date beside him. Funny how it always happened on Saturday nights.)

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Compared to our tractor and trailer of the ’50s, this get-up is fancy.

The road was a tad muddier than usual during the flood of ’55. We couldn’t see the road. Daddy hitched a cotton trailer to a tractor and we piled inside. It would have been an adventure, had it not been for the typhoid shots that left our arms red and swollen. The ride into town for school or church was ex-cru-ci-at-ing! (Yep, we donned go-to-meetin’ clothes every time the doors opened–rain or pain or nay.) Mother and I held onto our arms and bawled both ways.

Camping and Critters

1947_OnaBrooks-and-Linda1800s settlers slept under the stars after grueling 16+-hour days. On foot. Or in wagons without benefit of springs. The closest I’ve come? My grandmother’s screened porch without benefit of air conditioning or fans–in as hot and humid a climate as exists on planet Earth–the Rio Grande Valley. No critters have crawled over me as I sleep, or curled up beside me, or taken my life. For that I rely on the fear-inducing Valley mosquito and the giant, flying roaches. But then I can pull out mosquito-1332382_960_720my Off and be done with ’em. 

The closest my life experiences take me to cooking meals over an open fire and consuming them under the blazing sun? A picnic set on a blanket on a sandy slope. Or a cockroach-1572632__340backyard barbecue using plastic utensils. 

The Internet & Beyond

So thank the good Lord for the Internet. There’s the Online Handbook of Texas and the Oklahoma Historical Society and university archives and historical newspapers and a slew of other resources at my fingertips. I reckon He figured virtual traveling would challenge me sufficiently without setting me down in the Rockies in the 1800s.

So there you have it. First-hand, one way or another.

 Remember how the Lord your God led you all the way in the wilderness these forty years, to humble and test you in order to know what was in your heart, whether or not you would keep his commands … Your clothes did not wear out and your feet did not swell during these forty years.
Deuteronomy 8:2,4

2 thoughts on “First-Hand, one way or Another

  1. What a good way to create characters! Just imagine yourself in the shoes of those who’ve gone before you! Love your memories, Linda. Sounds like you had a loving family.

     
     
    1. Indeed, Clarice. Love lived in our house. But so did a host of emotions. Like everyone else’s. I appreciate your comment, friend.

       
       

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Some What-Ifs of Language

As a writer, I deal in language and what-if.

I speak and write everyday but until this moment don’t remember ever thinking to myself But for … (whatever) …  I could be speaking a board-64271_1280different language–like French. (I’m quite content with English, thank you.)

Matter of fact, I thought little about where and when spoken language and its cousin writing began. Until today. 

I love any What-If or Did-You- Know that emerges from considering things like language.

Did you know …

  • Cuneiform, the world’s first instance of written language, emerged in Sumeria of Mesopotamia in 3200 BCE? And all the great Mesopotamian civilizations used cuneiform (the Sumerians, 
    babylon_assarhadon-1475784_1280Akkadians, Babylonians, Elamites, Hatti, Hittites, Assyrians, Hurrians and others)? 
  • Enheduanna, a priestess in ancient Sumeria of Mesopotamia, was the world’s first author known by name?
  • What if those creative Sumerians hadn’t figured out how to communicate by writing? Would I be typing at my keyboard today?
  • What if ol’ Enheduanna hadn’t waxed poetic all those millennia ago? Would I be creating fictitious stories in the English language?

Speaking of language …

I speak English. More precisely, I speak U.S. English.

Actually I speak Southern U.S. English.

But then again, if you want to be exact, I speak Texan Southern U.S. English.

Even more precisely, I speak Mexican-peppered South Texan Southern U.S. English. 

What does any of this have to do with anything? Patience, reader. All will be made clear.

You see, I was reared way, way down in the southernmost tip of Texas–the Rio Grande Valley, where Mexican culture and the Spanish tops-1088304_1280language are woven into the fabric of life. My earliest playmates were the children of Mexican workers on our farm. I never learned their language, and as far as I know, they never learned mine. Playing house and chase and marbles, spinning tops and making mud pies and rocking baby dolls required only basic sign language and facial expressions. 

I did learn a few words and could spit them out like a native speaker.

¡Buenos dias!spanish-375830_1280

¡Vamos a la casa!

¡Pronto!

I could roll an r with the best of them, accent the right syllables, and inflect to get across exactly how I felt.

  • Here’s a what-if for you. What if I had become a fluent Spanish speaker when I had the chance? Would I have cared about learning another language? Such as French? Would I be a writer in Spanish rather than English? And would you be reading this post now?

I grew up with a romantic notion about the French language. So in my freshman year of college, I signed up for French I.

I knew I was in trouble when I read a passage and the instructor asked, “Where were you reared?” 

I smiled. Proud. “The Rio Grande Valley.” 

He nodded. “That explains it. You read French with the best Spanish accent I’ve ever heard.”

Ouch.

I didn’t make my best grades in French. Or does that go without saying? But I made straight As in another form of language called phonetics.

Which takes me back to language Did-You-Know

  • Did you know our language can be broken down into individual spoken sounds called phonemes or written symbols called phonetic symbols?

As a speech pathology major, I took a class entitled Phonetics. I hieroglyphics-315121_1280learned to write so well in phonetic symbols I mentally transcribed conversations in the symbols. Which can be a bit distracting on a date. “I had a good time” becomes something akin to hieroglyphics. 

  • Speaking of hieroglyphics, did you know hieroglyphics developed because of a major drawback of the cuneiform system of writing in ancient Mesopotamia–its inability to provide a way to communicate feelings or other intangibles?
  • Did you know because of this drawback along came the first alphabet-of-sorts in ancient Egypt around 2700 BCE? In hieroglyphs? And that with it, all sorts of intangibles could be communicated?
  • Did you know hieroglyphs were abandoned in favor of the alphabetic script at some point after 100 BCE? 

All of which brings up another language What-If or two …

  • What if the ancient Sumerians of Mesopotamia hadn’t figured out cuneiform millennia ago? Would we be using sign language and grunts and facial contortions to communicate today?
  • What if those clever Egyptians hadn’t figured out a system of phonics and created an alphabet? Would we still be unable to communicate love, faith, and hope?
  • Without cuneiform, would the Code of Hammurabi been written? 
  • moses-10-commandments-christian-1316187_1280What if the Code of Hammurabi hadn’t been written? Would the Ten Commandments have made any sense to the ancient Hebrews?
  • What if the Ten Commandments hadn’t made any sense to the ancient Hebrews? Would the Old Testament exist? Or the New? Would the life of Christ been written down? 
  • What if the process of hand copying the Bible hadn’t been so laborious? Would the printing press have been invented?
  • Or the Bible made available to the masses? 

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  • What if the Bible had not been put into the hands of common people? Would Puritans have resisted the Church of England?

Or emigrated to the New World?

Or established Plymouth?

Therefore …

  • If cuneiform had not been developed in ancient Sumerian of Mesopotamia around 3500 CBE, the 13 British colonies would have never formed. 
  • Or revolted. 
  • No America.
  • Or U.S. Constitution. 
  • America would still be British and we’d be speaking British English, not American English … and my phonetic doodling in college would have looked a bit different. 

But then …  if France had won the French and Indian War … Holy Moley. I could be speaking a different language–like French. And I’d be wondering What-If along different strands.

Therefore, ancient cuneiform created America. Who knew?

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