I was chatting on the phone yesterday with one of my best childhood friends who left Wallace after college graduation and never came back. We can get on the phone and talk for hours about the "old day" , and how it was growing up Wallace.
During the conversation yesterday, I mentioned that I had seen some houses for sale in Wallace in on the Internet for unbelievably low prices. I also said in not so lucid moments that Candy and I had discussed moving back there because life was so simple there.
He was stunned for a minute, and then said," Yes, it is simple there because there is nothing there anymore." Hm, he could be right. There is not much there anymore. So, why do I still crave it once a year. Why do I think that I can get in the car, drive over there, and go downtown Wallace and return to those thrilling days of yesteryear?
I remember the first time that I tried that t Christmas time some year ago. I was coming home from Seattle to spend Christmas in Wallace with my aging parents. I had been flying them over to Seattle every year for the Christmas holidays, but this year hey asked if I could come "home" for Christmas. I was actually excited to do so
On the 24th of December, about 4 Pm, I drove uptown, somehow expecting to see the stores and merchants and other folks that I had known in my childhood. Yes, Wallace was still beautiful in the freshly fallen snow, but, wait, I did not see anyone that I knew, most of the stores were gone, and ,well, then it hit me. Of course it was gone. or is it? Are memories real? Or, are they just an escape from the present?
Or maybe, it is really only a mirage.
Can it be that it was all so simple then
Or has time rewritten every line
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me - Would we? Could we?
May be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were