Friday, September 4, 2020

Stepping In... to Step Deeper into the World

 I have met more than one person who very much likes StoryCorps stories, a brief weekly spot on Public Radio's Friday news programs.  The StoryCorps project traveled around the U.S. for years, recording ordinary Americans as they told about pivotal events in their life journeys. Many of what is shared is poignant.  When I take pen to paper to write my own thoughts about a wider world and reading, there is one particular StoryCorps spot that comes to mind.  As I imagine the experience in my mind, it also has to do with Nature.


Bringing richness to an arid land.
A woman explained to StoryCorps how a bookmobile became a life-changing experience for her.  As a little girl, she lived with her family in Native American migrant-worker camp.  Traveling so frequently, the girl was not allowed to have books, because they would have been too heavy to move.  But then one day, when the girl was 12, a traveling library (a bookmobile) stopped on its periodic rounds where the family was currently living.  And the girl was invited to step in.

As the now grown woman explained her childhood experience, when first told she could take home a book from the mobile, she wondered what was the catch.  Being told there was none other than returning the book in two weeks, she began to devour books.  And her having stepped (at first hesitantly) into the bookmobile made it possible for her to step into a whole new world. Or perhaps I should say "worlds," because the girl's selections ranged from volcanoes to dinosaurs.

Yearning for a larger world.
"The Journey" (1903)
by
Elizabeth Shippen Green
The child's stepping into that vehicle filled with books reminded me how each book can become for us a vehicle by which we step into the mind, and maybe the emotions of the author of that book. By so doing, we expand our world, even bringing hope to some corner of our lives where it previously could not be seen.  As the woman explained to StoryCorps, because of those books, "By the time I was 15, I knew there was a world outside of the camps.... I believed I could find a place in it.  And I did."

I am humbled by this story.  Although the family I grew up in was decidedly middle-class, we had a couple of filled bookcases in our house; and my mother periodically purchased an additional book so that our home library might grow as I grew.  I am also humbled because I know that it is upon the often hard lives of migrant workers that I depend for life when I purchase fruits or vegetables at the grocery store.

This woman's story came back to my mind during the COVID pandemic. Many of us had to step back into our homes in order to protect ourselves or others -- even when we would have preferred to go about freely. We turned to electronic means of communication to try to satisfy that human desire to learn and connect with more than our individual lives. Those methods were less satisfying than the "real thing." Nevertheless, the confinement of our circumstances could make us more aware of how much we needed each other, and how much other people depended upon us..

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How have books widened your world?  Has there been a critical experience in your life that has made your life richer than it otherwise would have been?


(The quotation is from "Once Forbidden, Books Become A Lifeline
 For A Young Migrant Worker," by NPR Staff, May 30, 2014, and is used here under Fair Use.)
(The illustration by Green is in the Public 'Domain.)

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

For me I think it was a particular teacher in elementary school who helped me fall in love with books. She made the class's reading sessions so exciting and interesting.

Mark Herranen said...

As a young boy I became enamored with newly-arrived professional baseball in Los Angeles, and followed my team's fortunes in the local newspaper. However, it was reading John R. Tunis's fictional books about the Brooklyn Dodgers that acquainted me with the drama in the players' lives, and their emotional struggles on and off the field. Yes, the players are human with strengths and weaknesses that we all experience.

Anonymous said...

Books have been some of my dearest loves ever since I was a child. I devoured scores of them from the backseat of the station wagon while on family trips and pouted when I was told I couldn't bring them to the dinner table with me. Many books I have read continue to accompany me in my everyday life as I think of passages. They come to me as I shop (The Poisonwood Bible), interact with people (Black Like Me; The Left Hand of Darkness; Ancillary Justice), vote (Letters from a Birmingham Jail), watch the natural world (Pilgrim at Tinker Creek; Tao te Ching), and many other times. I am so thankful for them and for literacy. What a blessing!