A part of Kansas
Cheryl Unruh - Emporia
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
By choice or by default, we live on this ancient land, with its whispers of sharks and dinosaurs, this territory where blood was shed to claim that 34th star, this state where Pluto was, is, and always will be “our planet.”
This map, this rectangle, this state, which is on the verge of celebrating 151 years, is where we spend our nights and our days. Whether we’ve been here for only a few months or whether we’ve spent our entire lives here, Kansas is home.
It is home because this is where our stories are being lived, where the days of our lives have unfolded, one at a time, until we have grown into the person we are now.
The Kansas skies have absorbed our stories, our conversations, our ramblings. And like everyone who has ever spent time here, Native American tribes, those passing through on the Santa Fe Trail, our lives have become a part of this land for all eternity.
Our existence has been noted here. This geography holds our biography.
For many of us, Kansas is where we were first placed onto the seat of a swing, where we learned how to pump our legs so we could sail high into the big blue sky.
This is where we learned to let go of those swing chains, where we leapt into the air, rolling in the grass as we landed. This is where we learned about chiggers.
Here, we’ve hand-written letters to pen pals, to grandmothers, to lovers. We’ve painted our homes, raked leaves, rode bicycles and horses. This is where we’ve changed oil, hammered nails, knitted scarves.
Some of us have learned how to water ski here, have slept under midnight blue skies with a million stars keeping watch. We have cast a few fishing lines. We have cast a few dreams aside.
We have fallen into love, we have fallen out. Many of us have exchanged vows, raised children, barbecued, listened from a jury box. We’ve taken in stray puppies and kittens and turtles. We’ve scraped windshields, shoveled snow, jumped when lightning struck nearby.
Within this rectangle, we have circled campfires, as friends, as family, and have extinguished flaming marshmallows. As the fire lowered, voices did too, and sometimes the ghost tales began.
This is the state where we’ve laughed until tears rolled down our cheeks, sharing embarrassing moments of childhood, or high school, or college. This is where we’ve made mistakes, big ones, where we’ve fallen to our knees in grief.
We’ve held hands at hospital beds, worry knotted in our throats. We’ve stood beneath green funeral tents, the canvas snapping in the breeze as dust was returned to dust. From time to time, we have had to surrender a loved one to the earth, but they never leave us, not really, because we keep some of their stories in a deep pocket of our hearts.
Here in the Flint Hills, we’ve listened for trains and thunder and silence. We’ve listened to the conversations of coyotes, the wind in the grass, the song in our souls.
Just as this geography, this topography, is a part of us, we ourselves have become a part of the hills, the prairies, the plains, thoroughly and completely.
For the most part, our stories are common everyday events, connections with others. Our daily lives are shared over beer or coffee or meals. We hear about a coworker’s son who lives in Minnesota and is deciding whether or not to marry. We look forward to hearing tomorrow’s installment: Will they overcome their issues and will he ever pop the question?
One friend has gone through surgery, chemo, radiation. Another tells about the baby chicks that he kept in boxes on his washing machine until he sent them out to the farm.
“The universe is made of stories, not atoms,” poet Muriel Rukeyser once said. We each have thousands of experiences, some we’ve shared, some we haven’t, but all linger in one way or another.
Eventually, we will each leave this state by choice or by default, but our lives and our stories will always be a part of the wind, a part of the land, a part of Kansas.
—“Flyover People” is online at www.flyoverpeople.net. Cheryl Unruh can be reached at cheryl@flyoverpeople.net.
bloomsbury (SC DIXON) says...
WONDERFUL...as your articles generally are, Cheryl. Thanks.
January 25, 2012 at 3:57 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
cheryl (anonymous) says...
Thank you, Mr. Dixon. :-)
January 25, 2012 at 7:01 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Richie (anonymous) says...
Personally, I believe Cheryl deserves recognition by Kansans as a true voice of the state. My hat is off to you, Ms. Unruh.
"Eventually, we will each leave this state by choice or by default, but our lives and our stories will always be a part of the wind, a part of the land, a part of Kansas."
I've had the opportunity to sit and chat with Cheryl. She is awesome, and her words seem to calm and reunite Kansans. Cheryl, will you run for governor?
I left the state, by choice, and for many reasons. Yet, Cheryl's words always make me proud to be a native Kansan. She reminds me of what the state has done, and can do. Cheryl reminds me of what we can be, not the unfortunate states which we must adapt to. Thank you, Cheryl.
January 25, 2012 at 11:16 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
bubbadleroy (anonymous) says...
Oh My God, Run for Governor are you kidding. Why ruin a perfectly good person. :^)
Excellent Cheryl
January 26, 2012 at 1:06 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
create (anonymous) says...
Every once in awhile, something I read stops everything around me to stillness. Many of your articles do, Cheryl, but this one definitely because I am not a Kansan by birth but by choice. I am a native of Hawaii, and I moved here from those islands in 1975. When I go back for a visit, I end up missing Kansas. Both states have the wide open spaces I love. In Kansas, everywhere is wide open. In Hawaii, the ocean. Thanks for your amazing article. It made me cry for so many reasons.
January 26, 2012 at 3:33 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Malique (anonymous) says...
It's not technically a rectangle. Just sayin'.
January 26, 2012 at 4:14 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
marko (anonymous) says...
just say'n it prolly aint a perfect geometric circle around that campfire either. Thanks Cheryl wonderful images once again.
January 26, 2012 at 5:42 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
mslater (Matt Slater) says...
Awesome article! Thank you for writing this. I'm voting this as my favorite piece you've written.
Matt
January 26, 2012 at 6:03 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
cheryl (anonymous) says...
Thank you all for your kind words.
Cheryl
January 26, 2012 at 6:54 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
booker5m (anonymous) says...
Welcome to our little world Cheryl ! and nice peice
January 26, 2012 at 7:22 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
neighbor (anonymous) says...
Thanks for being part of my Kansas memories and being a friend Cheryl. Great piece.
January 27, 2012 at 11:18 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
cheryl (anonymous) says...
Hey thanks, neighbor and booker. :-)
January 27, 2012 at 1:10 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )