The Journey: Another Crossing
I
spent the last four weeks on the road again. It was the last obligation
related to closing out my life on Vista Street with my mother living in
the back house. The last of her furniture was in storage in
Valencia California, and I had promised my brother that I would bring
it to him. My mother Edna is currently living with my brother in his
home in the mountains of remote western North Carolina. It is the
family vacation home (see "Minor Miracle" December 7, 2006 WeHo News),
which he has converted and upgraded for year round living. A
friend whose hobby is astrology warned me about the dangers of
traveling while Mercury is retrograde. I had little choice, the timing
of the trip meant that I had to start on November 11. This summer
I replaced the 5 liter gasoline engine in my Bronco with a Cummins 5.9
diesel. The conversion, though expensive, was cheaper than a new truck.
The diesel puts out about double the power, while using 40% less fuel. Things
were fairly uneventful until the Chiriaco Grade, just east of Palm
Springs. While powering up the hill, pulling the Uhaul trailer at a
good clip (75 MPH), smoke started pouring out of the defroster and air
conditioner vents. We pulled over, and I grabbed my fire extinguisher
(I always travel with one) and put out the fire. The exhaust pipe of
the engine had gotten so hot it had ignited the vinyl inner fender of
the truck, about five inches away. That spread up to the heater/air
conditioner "box" and was spreading into the passenger compartment when
we put it out. I
spent three days in Phoenix while the AC box was replaced and heat
shielding was installed. I later discovered that the gasoline engine
muffler was the culprit, causing enough back pressure to overheat the
diesel exhaust pipe, which set the fire. Replacing the muffler has made
the pipe run much cooler, but we have also wrapped it in protective
wrap. The rest of the trip east went well, I flew across I-40 at
about 75 MPH, Uhaul trailer and all. The diesel delivered about 15 MPG,
very impressive for all that weight. Driving solo at 80 I got about 18
MPG coming back. Once in western North Carolina, I got the
trailer unloaded and had an enjoyable visit with my brother, mother and
other friends in the Asheville area. Edna is getting very weak, so weak
she has little enthusiasm for eating, which for her is a bad sign. At
94, her mere existence is remarkable, but it is also clear that her
life is diminishing by the day, so I expect some sort of transition in
the not too distant future. Then
I spent two nights in Helen Georgia, which is sort of the Solvang
(California) of the north Georgia mountains. Helen is a "theme" resort
town, so in the off season, I got a great room at a very good price.
The area around Helen is filled with relatives, and a long time friend
from LA who has moved to Georgia. Richard is a fellow southerner, an
M.D., who just got tired of the pace and sense of alienation of life in
LA. When
his luxury Kings road condo flooded the third time (plumbing back up
from the upper floors) he decided "enough!" Having his closest friend
at work turn on him didn't help either. He is very happy in his new
home, spending weekends in his condo in Atlanta, and working weeks in
the north Georgia hills, where he is also building a house on 2 acres
of land. I also had lunch with my wonderful cousin Mary Yearwood. Then
I headed to Mobile to see family there. I have written about them
before. Krista and her children were in my "Welcome to Wal-Mart
America" column last year. I spent three days with them, and had to
peel myself away to head back west. I never want to leave when I visit
them, and this is why, they are a loving, functional family. They have
a very strong "child centered" family life, everything they do is for
their kids. In my column "Damaged Goods" I talked about children
who grow up in circumstances where their needs come last, if at all.
The Bryars/Simisons put their kids first, and it is wonderful to be
around. Older
sister Lisa Simison ("Lee Lee" as the kids call her) is an RN. Her
younger sister Krista has four children by her law enforcement officer
husband Richard Bryars. Both families have strong "Native American"
heritage. The Simisons are part Choctaw, Richard is (very noticeably)
Choctaw and Cherokee. Without being conscious of it, they live much
like a Native American" family, together in one place. More
importantly, they get along. They
have had an incredible 20 months. In early 2005, oldest child Sarah
started complaining about headaches and blurry vision. After working up
the chain of specialists, they found out she had an "AVM" (Arterial
Venal Malformation). One of the arteries in her visual center was
breeching into a vein. If you watched "Six Feet Under" this is what
Nate died of. After considering many options, they decided to
have a procedure called the "Gamma Knife" done. A high volume of
radiation is pinpointed into the location of the breech, and
(hopefully) the ensuing scar tissue will heal the breech. The actual
healing takes up to 24 months after the surgery. About the time
they decided on the Gamma Knife and scheduled surgery for October of
05, Katrina rolled into town and flooded both family homes. Lisa and
her father's home had four feet of water go through it, Richard &
Krista's home had about a foot of water. Their home had not qualified
for flood insurance because it was "above the flood plain", so they got
no compensation for their damages. Everything was ruined.
Appliances, all of the pressed board cabinets and furniture, the other
furniture, clothes, toys, beds, and of course, the wall to wall carpet
which covered all of the floors in the house. They
were living in a tent in the back yard when I found and bought a 31
foot "bunkhouse" travel trailer and had it delivered (about a week
before FEMA bought all the others in the country). All seven of them,
Lisa, Richard, Krista, Sarah, Tyler, Blakely, and Jenna lived in the
trailer (in the driveway next to the house) from mid September of 05
till about two months ago when the Bryars family moved back into their
home that they have been repairing (themselves). Lisa is still living
in the trailer as her home may be a long time before it is fixed. Her
father is living with his mother who lives near his work. How
they have handled all of this has been remarkable. In the midst of an
ongoing medical emergency (Sarah is in the "healing phase" which means
she has mini seizures and has lost over 20% of her vision in both
eyes), they have remained a loving, close knit and functioning family. The
kids all attend a local parochial school. Krista is the glue that holds
the Parent Teacher Association together. Richard is on the school's
board. The girls go to dance class, Sarah has done her first dance
recital "on point". In addition, she plays clarinet in the regional
parochial school band. With Tyler's participation and Richard's
involvement, this small school of mostly working class families, has
created a robot which is a finalist in a national competition. ALL
of the kids get help with their homework, so they get "A's." No one
gets left to "stew" in any pain or unhappiness for very long. I
have neighbors here in the Mobile Home park who raised seven children
in a single wide mobile home, which they moved from job site to job
site all over Oregon and Washington. "Mamma Jerry" says it best, "I
believe in large families and small homes. That way no one gets to stay
unhappy very long." The
Bryars embody this attitude as well. Krista is never left to carry the
full weight of parenting. Her sister Lisa is always around to help.
Because of these two strong women, there is less for dad Richard to
deal with, so he can devote most of his energy to being a supportive
parent. Other extended family members fill in as needed, these children
have a large constellation of people who care about them, and who
expect them to make the most of their lives. Unlike
too many children I meet in other parts of the country, these children
have social skills sufficient to engage an adult, a framework of
"manners" with which to effectively communicate. Last January,
the family gathered to celebrate the 75th birthday of "MaMaw" Simison.
When the restaurant announced that our table was ready, it was,
"Simison, party of 24." When our God Father, Royal Francis
Brewton (who my brother is named after) became sick with kidney failure
and had to "go home" to Mobile, it was the Simisons who built an
addition on their house, so that "Uncle Francis and Aunt Nee" could
move in. Juanita ("Aunt Nee") and her sister Ruth, along with Ruth's
daughter Becky Ceale and her daughter Lisa (who was about three at the
time) all helped run the dialysis machine that was set up in the
addition. Lisa counts her early experiences helping clean the machine
having an influence on her choice of a career in health care. Later,
when Krista and Richard first married, they lived at home with the
Simisons through the birth of their first two children, saving money
for a down payment for the home they bought, about two miles away. Are
they perfect? No. Do they have an idyllic life? No. Do they have a lot
of money, or elevated status in their community? Probably not. But what
they DO have is the certain sense that they are there for each other,
and the security that goes with it. What they also have is the powerful
knowledge that they support each other as a family, and can get through
any hardship or difficulty, together. If
you can say the same thing, then you are very lucky. If you cannot, I
hope you find for yourself people who will love and support you when
you need it most. I always hate leaving Mobile. The last time I
was there, I didn't want to leave. This time was similar. I actually
have little to no interest in living there, it is too hot in the
summer, and Alabama is not yet up to speed on GLBT rights. But I surely miss the "cousins" when I am gone, and look forward to them coming to visit this summer. "How
far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young,
compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and
tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in life you will have
been all of these." - George Washington Carver Edward
"Ed" Garren, MFT is a Family Therapist, justice activist, former West
Hollywood City Council candidate, writer and sojourner. He is
originally from the Tampa Bay area of central Florida. Ed has been
published in the Los Angeles Times, Frontiers news magazine, and other
books, including "Out of My Mind", a pictorial memoir by Kris Nelson.
He is currently working on a book about Addiction in America. More
information about Ed can be found at: www.edgarren.us 
Despite
his evident exhaustion from a month long road trip, Ed Garren, writer
and sojourner, composed this treatise on family. We all hope he gets
his rest before next week’s column ;~} By Ryan Gierach.
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Edna & the Bryars. 
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Richard with the robot and the teacher whose class made it. 
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Sarah on Point. 
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With Santa this December.
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At Ma Maw's (in purple on the right) 75th birthday party. 
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Santa's helpers, the women of St. Vincent de Paul parish school
(Krista on the left) 
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