ok, so i've been told that memiors are suppose to be written until your like 93 or something. But why can't you write them as you go. For each stage, dependent, independent, and depended on. So as my dependent stage comes to a quick close, I see my self ever more looking back in to what my life has been up so far. What has gone on, What memories I have, and what scares me the most. I think I shall call these, the Memiors of Nathan Hinkle : a boy lost in life, far in love, and going to collegeChapter 1
I hope that suites every one because it sure suite me.
now to get indepth with this, at first I was like, ok let me start from the beginning or even why don't I just start writting about people, so they know what i really think, and what mememiories I have of them. So i've decided to do it in this each couple of days i'll go in and write another chapter. It might be who knows 5 pages long, or just a couple quick sentences but basically broken down into what I see as significant in my life. Then how everything came around and what im still trying to figure out and why it's not one of those, which came first the chicken or the egg kinda questions but in the whole truth of things. Why and where and how everything is going to happen and how much am I really getting into.
a life in West Virginia
so as I have been going through memiories of my what some might say my young life it seems alot of things become jumbled together but as it was 4 years of my life I figured why not just bullet the ones you can thinks of and hope it suffices. so here goes the bullets of memories taht I have from west virgnia some itme im guessing after I was 2 maybe. I guess first I must note to all of you, my mom and dad's mothers both lived with in 2 miles of each other one across this river (where logan (the town) high school was on an island) and you had to cross the bridge to get to my nanny(mothers mom) from my grandma's house (dad's mom). Now My grandma had a realitivly big house for what I remember. It was hardwood floored and had a basemet which was wildly entertaining. Along with a bomb shelter that I got to go into all of maybe 3 or 4 times but can almost smell the musky ground smell with the rusting bikes and tin cans inside from my dad's and aunts years of living in that house. There was a retaining wall in the front yard that had to of been 20 feet tall and on the left of that retainting wall there was almose a driveway of sorts made of grass, basically a huge hill of grass held in by two retaining walls, and you just parked your car up on the top of the retaining wall. Also the house was on the side of a mountain, yea I know random right but now you under stand the retaining wall and how it has concrete nails nailed into it by my grandfather who I never met to hold up vines and such. but across the road there was this mountain up the top. I remember watching my dad and friends go up into it one day because of a forest fire that was almost 3 miles away and them all coming back sooty because of all the smoke and fire but they got the job done building a fire wall (a huge ditch and cleared area so the fire can't make it from one side to the next). I also remember going up into those hills with no one watching and thinking ot my self this is how paul bunion must have lived and living out those stories on my own, with out any help form any one. Yet that was the house and there are many stories that come from it and as being so young to have stories remember, it's almost as if I am watching them in third person, which kinda is odd to me. I can see myself acting out things and remember only bits and pieces so this first couple of chapters probalby won't make a whole lot of sense but there part of my child hood and should be included just because of that fact. So on to the stories of my grandma's house. One time my grandma had her yard tieled (turned up, basically) and I saw these two red things sticking out of the ground, so being the inquizitave boy that I am, took a hand shovel and tried to dig em out. Yet never could. My grandmother told me they were the devils horns and I remember believing that they were for as long as possible, in fact I still kinda do. Yet that was during the summer, it was warm and I was care free and would always wait for my dad to come home. Now I know your asking, why is he staying at his grandmothers, in all honesty I don't know but I do remember or know enough from hearing my mother and grandmother talk and trying to understand enough that my dad had to work in the coal mines not at a miner but as something else, which im not quite sure of but would rather like to know. Maybe in a chapter or two I will be able to tell you what it was that my dad did but until then. I don't know but I do know that he would be gone for long periods of time and when he came back he would bring me something small normally but something, and I do know that my favorite thing from around that time was either lego's or remote control equipment or like my little farm collection. With like John Deere stuff or CAT stuff that I could play around my grandmothers house with either indoors or outdoors and not have to worry about a thing. So back to the house. There were alot of memoires and scarythings in that house. such as the vent duct as you walked into the kitchen it scared me half to death that I would fall down it even thought today I know I wouldn't yet things like that still give me the creaps. Also the basement, which made every noise in the house seem ten times worse along with the coconut monkeys that my grandmother had that scared me really bad and I wouldn't go down stairs unless some one was with me. Yet the best memory I have of that house were during christmas. I got to decorate the house with my grandmother and make it really cool and fun and it gave me alot to do and be excited with. I made a christmas tree using the nails on the cement wall out side. I made my own little villiage out of those houses that you put lights under on top of thse huge record player cabinet. But the most fun came when you took everything down. It seems that my trouble making side has allways been part of my life, and that I find interest in how things might work or what's differnt. So one year after my grandma and me took down everything and had it in the kitchen ready to be taken down stairs for storage I took everying thing I could find, ever strand of light, ever yard of garlend, ever ornament just left and strung and hung it from cabinet to cabinet in the kitchen. IT was a huge mess but grandma let me keep it up for a day or so untill we had to take it down, to me it was freedom to my grandmother and mom it was creative I just wich I could remember why and how it happened. Yet I do remember this the time we got our first house. It was a little ranch style house but we sold it when my dad had to go away for a long bit and my and my mom stayed at my grandmothers for a while. Then when my dad came back we got a new house with atleast 2 or 3 acres of land out front which one year I made my dad not cut like a rectangle so I could have my own foot ball arena and also play with the cats in the long tall grass. That house has three cats buried there, and I can't place there names I jsut know one was the mother and two son of the cat. Then as with my grandmothers house it seems that only drematic things are what I remember I remember one time just balling my eyes out for my grandfather (dad), who I never met, because he died ruffly 18 months before I was born, and to this day I am told that I am just like him and that he would have been my best friend and had the house next to ours just so that we could hang out and be friends (tear jerker, right?). Yet there are some good stories to. I got my first border collie and name here dog dog (it was a good name for a dog I also had cat cat, and whiskers) so that's what it was. Yet Dog, Dog got away from me one time with her leash and died some where or something of that nature, after tirelsly searching for her for over two days I couldn't do it anymore. Yet, one thing that doesn't have a sad ending but is dramatic and for the reason that I remember it is that while living in that house we experiences one of the worse snow storms in the 20th century in West Virgina, there was close to 3 or 4 feet of snow every where, to the point I had snow tunnels in our front yard, and my neighbor friend had a 10 foot drift that you could climb to from his balcony. That year we went down this huge hill with probably close to 50 other kids and build jumps for our sleds and what not(love for speed is inherient in kids), yet as it was getting late we went to this smaller hill with less kids to go sledding one last time and as I was going down, I slid on to some ice, not knowing that it could only hold my wieght for a second to which then I feel throught and landed into a small ravine filled with run off water from melting snow, I got out and was only across the street from the house which I got hot chocolate, and my mom put to much detergent in to the washer and it over flowed with bubbles. Yet summers at that house were fun to. My mom and dad had some freinds who had a daugher that I think is maybe at the most 2 years older than me and another only 1 or so who I got to play with and the one thing I remember he swinging on the swing with the older one in this way where I straddled her, don't as me why it just kinda stuck in my mind. I also remember this huge water park where I lost one of my water shoes and stuck my gum onto this gum tree as you had to walk up all of these stairs to go down the family huge slide thing which I bet would be massive even today. Yet West Virgnia wasn't all about the houses I also had church with who my parents call my first "girl-friend" which I have a picture of us during an easter egg hunt, and I think my parent's got a picture of her for one christmas card or something a couple years back. Yet I remember the church was right in the center of the city and had it's own way of working. It wasn't double tiered and we allways set in the same place because every one in the church always sat in the same place, even when we would come back to visit years latter that same seat was there if we wanted it. I remember doing a play in that church, I don't remember how or why just that I was a sheperd, and my mom and grandmother made a big to do about it. Yet beside the fact of my uncle joey who realy was just a family friend and fishing with him and my dad in the river. then also losing my micky mouse (blue) fishing pole to a big bass(that even my dad and joey saw) there aren't very many more memories, I did one time dress up and go to the library during halloween and I think for like a month or 3 my parent and I came down to SC but hten ended up moving back to WV. Yet West Virgnia isn't much more than that, a turnpike, mountains, rivers, this place where the old tunnel is used to see how to evacuate tunnesl faster after explsions and stuff and other things. It always feels the sme when we go back, it's seems darker, a little gloomy but it always brings back memories, because "west virgina, mountain momma, bring me home country road, to the place where I belong"-john denver country road
until the next chapter