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Print June 22, 2020 5 comments

Midsummer

William de Vere

1,554 words

I have returned, for a time, to the lakes and forests where I spent my childhood summers.

Returned to the knotted post oaks and the impenetrable blackjack pines, to the dense undergrowth and brambles, to the thick forests echoing with the song of cardinals and sparrows and scissortails and crows by day, the humming of cicadas and tree frogs by night.

Returned to the cool mornings, when the mist floats above the still waters as the first pink glimmers of dawn ripple against the surface; and to the scorching afternoons when the sun shines hotter than anywhere else I know, when hawks and bald eagles circle lazily in the sky and the whole river valley is shrouded in a cloud of humidity — thick, palpable, almost visible to the naked eye.

Returned to the lake and the sailboats and sandbars that dot the horizon. Returned to the ramshackle marinas, their supports rotting and their roofs almost caving in, stocked with the same motley assortment of wares they have been peddling for thirty years. Returned to the same shabby little lake towns, their historic main streets once bustling with commerce, now little more than dilapidated clusters of banks and barbershops and antique stores, their benighted citizens reliant upon a tourist industry that dried up years ago. Returned to the old summer camp with its cinderblock cabins and walk-in freezer and fire pit and dingy swimming pool, to the refreshing frigidity of the cabins and their lumpy bunk beds.

Returned, then, to scenes of my boyhood: to the tiny bass boat where I learned to fish; to the islands I once explored with my sister, which at the time seemed like continents as vast and impenetrable as South America; to the country music playing on the car radio; to the camping trailer where I learned to walk, balancing between the kitchen cabinets and the wood-paneled bathroom door, where I slept in a loft above the kitchenette and woke early to the smell of fried bacon; to the campfires and s’mores and sunburns and bleached hair and happy, irresponsible innocence of it all.

The summertime is full of such memories for me, days of sunshine, snow cones, fireworks, water balloons, kites, Ferris wheels, sunsets, and fireflies. These memories are probably typical for those coming of age in the rural South, or indeed any region of the world not wholly urbanized.

The chief motivation for all of my writing, all of my cultural and political endeavors, is to preserve this world. I work to preserve these small communities from the effects of economic collapse and racial displacement; wild nature from the forces of exploitation and urbanization; freedom in an era of increasing regimentation, surveillance, and slavery; and childhood itself — the very possibility of innocence — from the decadence and corruption that have spread their shadow over all things.

As an adult, I have often wondered about children who do not have these summertime experiences, who grow up in forests of steel and concrete, and rarely see a sunset or a wildflower or a night sky full of stars. Children whose formative years are passed in environments designed and controlled by man and who have no real sense of what lies beyond the gates of civilization. I believe it was my early childhood experiences of wild nature, especially during those long summer days, that gave me a standard by which to judge the civilized world and its ephemera. Not only that, but these forest wanderings also honed my observational skills and aesthetic sense, and awakened my soul to higher things. I fear that as the world comes more and more under the dominion of cosmopolitan, technocratic, deracinated man, these childhood experiences will grow rarer and rarer and mankind will be diminished accordingly.

What’s more, the summers of my childhood also taught me something about priorities. We were like young lords in those days, roaming the countryside at will through endless days of absolute freedom. Granted, this was probably a safer time, when one could let a child wander in the woods for hours on end without fear. This was also before recent innovations in childhood education requiring that children remain incarcerated all year long, in order to better accommodate working parents’ schedules and prepare their wards for lives of wage slavery. It is also true, of course, that the very institution of “summer vacation” was devised in order to give children time off to help parents at the farm.

Nevertheless, in an age and a society obsessed with work, schedules, and monetary gain, there is something positively aristocratic in these leisurely summer days devoted to exploration and adventure. It allows children a little time to actually be children, that is to say, to be people not yet warped by anxiety, regimentation, and self-doubt. If we have a taste of this freedom before we must commit ourselves to a lifetime of drudgery, one hopes that we can retain some sense of perspective as we age.

In truth, I have never counted summer among my favorite seasons. Being of Nordic stock and a melancholic temperament, I’ve always found the introspective fall and winter much more to my liking. However, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to appreciate how it is only in summertime that the magnanimity and gratuitousness of life are on full display. One need only listen to the deafening roar of birdsong and humming insects or peer into the dense thickets of a Southern forest to see the divine excess at the heart of things. Nature has a law and an economy and can be exacting in its demands, it is true; but out of these thousands of arbitrary laws emerge a flourishing scene of exuberance and beauty. To my cold Anglo-Norman heart, summertime serves as a valuable reminder of the excesses of God.

The Excesses of God

Is it not by his high superfluousness we know
Our God? For to equal a need
Is natural, animal, mineral: but to fling
Rainbows over the rain
And beauty above the moon, and secret rainbows
On the domes of deep sea-shells,
And make the necessary embrace of breeding
Beautiful also as fire,
Not even the weeds to multiply without blossom
Nor the birds without music:
There is the great humaneness at the heart of things,
The extravagant kindness, the fountain
Humanity can understand, and would flow likewise
If power and desire were perch-mates.

— Robinson Jeffers

Many summers ago, after half a bottle of Woodford Reserve, I had a particularly vivid dream. I had returned, as an adult, to the forest behind my childhood home. There had been heavy rains that year and, in my dream, the creeks that crisscrossed the forest had spilled their banks, making the ground muddy and the vegetation uncommonly thick. I find myself at a deep and wide place in the creek bed where my sister and I used to play, and I am faced with something I had never seen before: a window and a door, very old and coated in red dirt, a little shack built into the side of the creek bed, perhaps uncovered after all these years by the rains. I enter the shack and find that it is much larger than it appears.  The floor is bare earth, the walls and roof made of rotting plywood, with a few posts supporting the ceiling. Various shelves, desks, and chests of drawers line the walls, and despite its dilapidation and dust, the whole place has an oddly familiar and comfortable feel. I start to open these drawers, and I find countless knickknacks and books from my youth, whose rediscovery fills me with an indescribable nostalgia and warmth. And then I woke up.

These recollections may seem as pointless and meandering as a childhood summer’s day. And perhaps my motive in writing them was merely to memorialize some of those small moments, those memories that will one day be lost in time, like tears in the rain. But if nothing else it shows how these memories of childhood remain with us, shape us, and continue to haunt us in the twilit dreams of our adulthood.

We all have these places, in the recesses of our minds, where we store the memories of our lost youth, the ideals and innocent joys; and longing for the heroic that once animated us. It was a time when the world was full of possibility. Let us pause to remember these from time to time and allow this nostalgia to rejuvenate us, to recover our purity of mind and purpose. Let us honor the children we used to be, before the yawning corruption of adulthood set in. As Men of the Right, we are the guardians of Tradition and Memory, the keepers of the Eternal Flame. We must remember the strength and purity of our childhood in order to preserve this world for our own children, and for all who come after us.

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5 comments

  1. Some White Guy says:
    June 22, 2020 at 12:18 pm

    The rarity these days of your particular memories of childhood experience make me weep. It used to be the common experience and one that helped bind us all together.

    I often feel like a very odd person sharing my similar recollections with people who stare at me as if I were from another planet and then go back to their gizmos and screens without a word.

    Thank you for writing for us your summertime thoughts and dreams.

  2. kikz says:
    June 23, 2020 at 5:58 am

    i’m a swamp child of the South, i know every smell/sound of that beautiful world you describe.. if i were anymore Southern, my feet would be wet in the Gulf of Mexico. thank you for this beautiful essay, its balm was sorely needed. God bless.

  3. DetroitKillerBob says:
    June 23, 2020 at 5:54 pm

    Very pleasant and evocative article. Reminded me of Ray Bradbury’s midwestern magical realism. Keep writing.

  4. Alexandra says:
    July 6, 2020 at 2:54 pm

    This brought tears to my eyes, and I don’t know how I missed it in June, on the first day of Summer. I did not have many trees nor much water as a child in Truth or Consequences (nee Hot Springs), New Mexico, but I had the same freedom. Dressing me in a ‘sun-suit’ each day, my mother opened the door and said, ‘Go play’. I only had two rules — I could not go near the ‘arroyo’ about 3 blocks away, which was only a sandy patch winding it’s way through the desert, and I could not go near the street directly in front of our restaurant fronting our house on Hwy 25, the main road from Socorro to Las Cruces, actually from Colorado to the Mexican border. Truckers stopped at our little diner, where coffee and donut was 10 cents, which was painted on the front of our building. I understood the ‘law’ about the street, but couldn’t understand why I couldn’t play in the sandy patch of the arroyo, until one day it rained and my dad took me down the road to see it — overflowing with rushing water from the desert mesas above town. Wow, that was a powerful sight! I also could not wade in the Rio Grande which ran by our church a mile or so away, and when I went back a few years ago to that scrubby little town, in shambles now, the Rio Grande was barely a trickle in a wide ditch — which had looked so huge when I was little. How things change. I’d go back to live there — there’s a small artist colony still hanging on — but it’s mostly Hispanic now, as is Los Angeles, where I would be escaping from. However, those vast desert vistas when driving in our jeep on back country roads to ghost towns further out, will always form my soul. I would look at dim mountains on the horizons, and muse, “I wonder what’s over there?”

  5. Tyler says:
    July 9, 2020 at 3:05 pm

    Here is Hollywood’s disgusting portraying of Midsummer

    https://youtu.be/1Vnghdsjmd0
    https://youtu.be/l6XWuruEKVM
    https://youtu.be/lTjxym-VpfQ

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