A friend in NYC recently had a fire in her building. She wrote in a FB post that she was faced with a “What do I grab?” situation in the middle of the night. (For the record, she grabbed her family, including her dogs, and her laptop.)
Another friend has spent a chunk of her adulthood going through her grandparent’s and parents’ belongings, moving it all many times and having to decide what to keep, recycle, sell, throw away.
I have an aversion to stuff. I am overwhelmed with the resources and human lives that go into making things that we buy and then throw away without thinking about it. And I bet, if we ultimately asked ourselves, “What would I keep?” our lists might not be very long.
I LOVED this book, which is more like a small coffee table decoration. I didn’t feel like the answers were sappy, they were honest. I think if we all sat down and talked about the stories behind what we’d keep it’d be a cathartic experience.
My favorites were pages 71, 94, 107, 120, and 152.
I also really liked the story a man shared about a night in Vietnam, when he and two other soldiers were to set up a listening post to count the North Vietnamese passing by so they could set up a mortar strike. A group of 21 North Vietnamese are about 15 yards away and the narrator can’t call in a mortar strike because he’d be killed as well. The group of Vietnamese soldiers has a transistor radio they’re playing and Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young comes on. Then Eric Burdon and the Animals and “House of the Rising Sun. The Vietnamese are all singing along in English. Quietly, the American, starts singing the same song but in Vietnamese. Then he said to them, also in their language, “Tonight is a good night for rock ‘n’ roll and not for death.” The next morning his report says, “I didn’t see anyone.” He saved a bullet from that night, “It reminds me of all the people I lost in Vietnam, the majority of my platoon, and of the people I killed, and of human beings in all of their frailty and magnificence and brutality.”