Frank J. Tassone is the host of dVerse for Haibun Monday. Frank says:
What is worth remembering? Why are some events so important that we need to memorialize them, while others we can let slip away? How do we truly honor whom, or what, we want to remember?
Using this broad lens of memorial, write a haibun that alludes to the concept of memorial in some way. For those new to haibun, the form consists of one to a few paragraphs of prose—usually written in the present tense—that evoke an experience and are often non-fictional/autobiographical. They are followed (or preceded) by haiku—nature-based, with a seasonal image—that complement, without directly repeating, what the prose has stated.
My great-grandparents lived in a patchwork house of seven cottages, moved up from the lake a mile away, across the railroad tracks, and joined together. The house was set at the bottom of two hills, in marshland. They had seven children, six boys and a girl. My grandfather was one of the boys, and he and my grandmother inherited the house after moving in when great-father died and took care of great-grandmother until she passed.
The house was a beehive of activity most days with the various great uncles and aunts visiting. The coffee pot was always on. Many a game of cribbage and pinochle were played at that table. I remember my grandpa being a sore loser. Not only did grandpa’s side visit, but grandma’s brothers and sisters did also. A couple of the great uncles worked the ships that traveled the Great Lakes and would sleep there when on shore leave.
Across the marsh is a hill where the cemetery is located. Grandpa and grandma bought graves at a place where the cemetery looked over their house. They are buried there, side by side. Many of the aunts and uncles are buried there also. At least a few of them served in the military from each generation. As kids we had a path through the marsh to get to the cemetery and would seek out the gravestones of our dead relatives. The house and people are gone now.
Walking stone-lined path,
the cemetery now green –