Sunday, May 14, 2006
Crazy unconscious. Looking for a quote about "rarified environment" led me to a reflection on Mother's Day!
Mother's Day: Zappas, Menuhins, and Muthas
"... there was little rarified about the environment."
I remembered that quote and searched it out. You see, I took exception to this phrase though I understood what the writer meant. Comparitively speaking, not raised in a rarified environment. But the surrounding atmosphere sometimes blew a valve and seeped out into the stories around town, stories which everyone heard.
The village in which I was raised had a little of everything. There was a foundation of inherited wealth and assumed privilege with most of the people I knew. Nonetheless, some came from troubled families. I heard for instance of a wealthy neighbor who in a drunken fit smashed his wife’s heirloom, a genuine Stradivarius, against the stones of the fireplace. You don’t often get to hear a story like that!
That was then, a long time ago. A few years back, I made the mistake of revisiting Precious Village. Now, the inhabitants are surrounded by artesian metaphysics and twenty-seven dollar bottles of assorted Balsamic vinegars. ¶ 5/14/2006 07:45:00 AM
Mother's Day: Zappas, Menuhins, and Muthas
"... there was little rarified about the environment."
I remembered that quote and searched it out. You see, I took exception to this phrase though I understood what the writer meant. Comparitively speaking, not raised in a rarified environment. But the surrounding atmosphere sometimes blew a valve and seeped out into the stories around town, stories which everyone heard.
The village in which I was raised had a little of everything. There was a foundation of inherited wealth and assumed privilege with most of the people I knew. Nonetheless, some came from troubled families. I heard for instance of a wealthy neighbor who in a drunken fit smashed his wife’s heirloom, a genuine Stradivarius, against the stones of the fireplace. You don’t often get to hear a story like that!
That was then, a long time ago. A few years back, I made the mistake of revisiting Precious Village. Now, the inhabitants are surrounded by artesian metaphysics and twenty-seven dollar bottles of assorted Balsamic vinegars. ¶ 5/14/2006 07:45:00 AM
