|Tapestry of Brett
The mother hurried through the crowd swiftly as steam hinted
with the slight scent of a freshly roasted bird filled the room
and cast an overpowering sense of happiness throughout it . She
hunched over a young girl as she prepared to place the turkey
on the neatly folded table clothe that was so carefully spread
across the dark surface. The steam leaped off the crispy skin
of the bird then slowly danced its way into nothingness
as it evaporated. The little girl, whose green eyes were the only
thing in the room that could be compared to her glowing hair focused
on something across the room, passed her uncle whose scruffy white
beard covered most of his puffy red cheeks. Even farther then
her father who might have had too much to drink already and was
waving his hands in some kind of gesturing motion as he told some
story about his younger days. What she saw was something big,
it took up most of the wall it sat on and gathered the attention
of anyone who would care to look in its general direction.
what is that thing ? She asked it in an almost disapproving
tone. The mother set the turkey down and looked at her. It seemed
no on else at the table had heard her question over their own
ramblings of this and that. well
why dont you
come over with me and take a look at it a little more closely
They got up and maneuvered their way around the many guests. This
corner of the house was much quieter then the rest of it, where
everyone was chatting, laughing and yelling. The smoke from all
the cigarettes seemed not to float in this direction. And as the
young girl gazed upon the large tapestry she could see that in
the center was a large seam. It connected two different pieces
of clothe, one very dark, the other seemed to jump of the wall.
your great grandfather made this, in many different times
in his life
The top left corner of the tapestry was of very bright color.
Although it was to tattered to tell which one, it was something
of a green or blue. Regardless of the color she could tell that
it held a picture, and that that it depicted a smiley baby boy
being held by two slender hands. She assumed those hands belonged
to the mother of the child. Looking at the boy was a man with
thin brown hair. She couldnt see his face because his head
was turned away from her looking at the child.
As she scrolled down the tapestry it seemed odd to her that the
next scene shown an older child by at least a year, this didnt
put up any red flags it just seemed a bit strange. This picture
showed what seemed to be the same boy. He was learning to walk
as the man with the brown hair and the women with the slender
hands looked at him with amazement and joy. It also seemed that
he was saying something as he took those first steps, perhaps
his first words.
She looked down to yet another picture, this time she knew something
looked very out of place. The toddler grew to a much, much larger
boy. What happened to all that time in-between ? She guessed it
didnt matter too much, after all the man couldnt illustrate
his whole life. The picture was one of a boy of about 6 or 7 smiling
and laughing, playing like boys of his age should. When she looked
into his face it seemed that their was not a care in the world
to this little guy. His great smile showed his uneven amount of
teeth, obviously he was still loosing them.
Once again his age miraculously shot up. He was now a teenager,
doing things on his own. The women with the slender hands and
the man with the thin brown hair werent around as much.
They were somewhere in the background of the picture. Accept the
mans hair was a little thinner and a little less brown and the
women hands were a little more wrinkly. But the boy with the dark
hair seemed to still not have a problem, weird most people have
problems, where are his ?
Finally he came to manhood, although he got their very fast considering
he was just a teen a few inches above. He had a little child of
his own and of course a loving wife. Everything was perfect, and
it seemed to the young girl, that it was fairy tale ending.
But the she looked up and scrolled across to the right side of
the tapestry. It was much darker, perhaps even black and the artwork
was much sketchier, it looked angry even. These were the missing
scenes of his life. The whole right side showed the dark, angry,
sad and scary times of his life, they put together the pieces
of the puzzle. As a baby he would cry for food and attention.
And as a young child the boy would sniffle over skinned knees.
When he hit his teens the pictures were of him shutting himself
in his room for hours, locking himself away from the world. But
the lower right side of the tapestry was shredded. She could barley
see the man weeping, the first time he did so since earlier child
hood. Perhaps the loss of a friend ? Family member? Maybe even
She stepped back from the huge clothe covering the wall. She
started to come back to where she was, a family dinner. But for
a while there she was lost in the world of her ancestor.
You see he did different parts of his life at different times
in his. Then put the bad and the good together to make a whole.
Just like life is.