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Our House in the Tropics

Marjorie Turner Hollman is a writer who loves the outdoors. Link to all Marjorie’s books.

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The back yard of our house, 1965

The following is my response to an exercise often suggested for groups looking to learn to tell stories. “I don’t have stories to tell” is a frequent reply. Despite resistance, participants are encouraged to simply describe a room (or two in this case) in a house where you spent a lot of time growing up. If this sounds like fun, try it! I’d love to hear what you came up with. MTH

Our house was built on land that had once been part of the Everglades. To drain the area, ditches were carved out to create buildable property for newcomers to the area. One of those ditches was in our back yard. It became a source of endless entertainment, much to our parents’ chagrin.

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Strenuous travel-EJ Phillips and me

Marjorie Turner Hollman is a writer who loves the outdoors. Link to all Marjorie’s books.

E.J. Phillips, actress, devoted mother and grandmother

Ambivalent—that’s how I feel about travel, especially when the likelihood is high of it being strenuous. I have the heart of a world traveler but the body of a day-tripper. A yearning for travel is in my very bones, yet the effort involved in leaving home can freeze me in my tracks.

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Bicycle craze

Marjorie Turner Hollman is a writer who loves the outdoors. Link to all Marjorie’s books.

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Out on our tandem during the Covid pandemic (Acadia National Park)

We humans are prone to “enthusiasms.” Even though we want to distinguish ourselves from others, being attracted to what “everyone else” is doing seems to be in our makeup. I saw this most recently during the Covid Pandemic that began in 2020. Suddenly deprived of indoor entertainment and ways of gathering safely, crowds headed outdoors and soon parks and trails were jammed with visitors. It became so bad that those overseeing these outdoor spaces felt forced to close them because of concern for contagion. We ourselves continued to ride our tandem bicycle, but shifted our habit of riding on rail trails, instead turning to quiet country roads to spend time outdoors away from crowds.

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From train trips to rail trails

Marjorie Turner Hollman is a writer who loves the outdoors. Link to all Marjorie’s books.

Excursion train taking passengers through the Royal Gorge, near Canon City, Colorado

On a cross country trip in 2021, one of my family’s stops was the Royal Gorge near Canõn City, Colorado. What I did not realize until we started sharing photos of our trip with family was that my great-great grandmother, E.J. Phillips, had traveled through this very same area in 1886.

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In Search of E.J. Phillips

Marjorie Turner Hollman is a writer who loves the outdoors. Link to all Marjorie’s books.

E.J. Phillips’ publicity photo

We had the letters, written by our great-great grandmother, Elizabeth Jane (E.J.) Phillips. The carefully preserved sheets of paper, still in their original envelopes, along with multiple publicity photos from her decades on the stage, made up the whole of what we knew of a long ago grandmother. Another part of her story, a quilt she began, and an essay about the quilt, was lodged with our more distant cousins.

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Watching–a childhood memory

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1965 The wall in our yard in Plantation, FL

Marjorie Turner Hollman is a writer who loves the outdoors. Link to all Marjorie’s books.

One of the essays in my memoir, My Liturgy of Easy Walks: Reclaiming hope in a world turned upside down recalls a childhood game we played in the midst of one Florida summer. My siblings, friends and I gathered each night in the South Florida heat, shut our eyes tight and spun in circles. One person sat out the game, perched on the wall, keeping watch over us. We took turns climbing up onto the wall, assuming the role of watcher. When up on the wall we kept our eyes open, ready to alert anyone wandering near the street or too close to the wall.

Going in circles or zooming down a slide, kids just want to have fun

I recently found a picture of my younger brother sitting on that wall, with my younger sister standing next to him. Sometimes a photo can make the difference in understanding a story…or not. Here’s the essay, just one of many included in the book. Enjoy.

Watching

The basic premise of the game, that summer of 1965 in South Florida, was for all of us to shut our eyes and turn around in circles in our front yard. Our goal was to keep spinning till we grew dizzy. A designated “watcher” sat on the five-foot-high brick wall that jutted a few feet out into my parents’ yard. The watcher’s job was to keep their eyes open and warn spinning children if they drew too close to the wall, or ventured near the street.

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Echoes in the Grand Canyon

Sunlight illuminates the Grand Canyon

Marjorie Turner Hollman is a writer who loves the outdoors. Link to all Marjorie’s books.

In my growing up years I felt keenly the absence of my grampy, my dad’s father, Glen Kuhl, who had died before I was born. This sense of loss may have been reinforced by my mother, who never stopped mourning the loss of this man who had been as a father to her.

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The Royal Gorge, east of the Rocky mountains, CO

Marjorie Turner Hollman is a writer who loves the outdoors. Link to all Marjorie’s books.

We stopped at the area of the Royal Gorge, near Canon City, CO and spent several days there. Lucky for us, a beautifully maintained rail trail wends its way right through the town of Canon City, right next to the Arkansas River. The river flows directly through the town after making its way through the Royal Gorge.

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Women’s work-sign your work Anonymous needlepoint

I had meant to clean my dusty needlepoint doorstop and finally got around to pulling out the lint remover, which allowed the intricate needlework to be on display once more on our small doorstop. (I have a very uneven house–doorstops are essential or the door won’t stay open!) Once I started handling the doorstop to clean it, I wondered if there might be any initials on it. I knew the doorstop had come from my grandmother Marjorie’s (my namesake) house, and was brought to my parent’s house after my grandmother’s death, then moved to my house after my grandmother’s death. Once all dusted off, I looked closely, but found no initials.

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Story Magic in the Everglades

Roseate spoonbills feed while an alligator waits for fish in the incoming tide, Ding Darling Swamp, Sanibel Island, Florida

It had been a while since I had experienced “story magic.” The pandemic has precluded in-person gatherings. Our meetings over Zoom and other venues are limited, demanding a different level of attention, with little room for leisurely storytelling. It took an eerie photo of alligator eyes lit by the moonlight on a Florida waterway to light the spark of story magic.

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