Sunday 17 June 2012

Stargazers

My papa was a Hotshot in the US Forest Service - those crazy guys who go running into flames when deer go running the other way. The job meant that he was ace with a chainsaw, and could navigate around Big Sur with only a topographical map and the stars. It also meant that, unlike his daughter, he rarely panicked even when fire was involved.

Remember to look up. (JP Stanley, 2006) 
One time my papa found himself walled into a meadow by flames. There was little he could do in the circumstances but wait, so he curled up next to the embers of a smoldering log and decided to get some rest. Back to the burnt earth, eyes to the heavens, he watched the long-dead fires of ghosting stars blink overhead, and felt the resigned peace of a tiny ant in a gargantuan universe.

This is my memory of a story I was told when I was little. Due to the challenges of stargazing through smoke, I am probably embellishing some of the details. But it is true that my papa made a point of showing me the constellations when I was a girl.

When Ana was born, my initial course of action was to obsessively hover over her to make sure she was still breathing. Papa's main concern in the was getting me to stop hovering and go the heck to sleep. His next priority was to take her outside and show her the stars. Apparently - and he remembers this like I remember the Big Sur story - he was taken outside and shown the stars in his infancy.

I did eventually stopped hovering. Ana kept on breathing, and she even got to gurgle at the stars like a baby ant. Thank goodness for papas.

10 comments:

  1. What a touching story and it sounds like it started a great family tradition of star gazing!

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  2. Bavarian Sojourn18 June 2012 at 09:58

    A Gorgeous Father's Day post... Stars are one of the best things ever as well :)

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  3. Thanks Emma! Hope you guys have a great Fathers Day :)

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  4. Thank you Tat, I recommend it as a hobby!

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  5. Every time I pop in to visit I feel like I'm stargazing. You have a way with words, my friend.

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  6. Wonderful. My daddy showed me the stars, too.

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  7. We were blessed with good daddies, you and me.

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  8. You are too kind :). In American parlance, 'space cadet' is the technical term for somebody like me...

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