July 3 – Full Circle

By Linda HoyeLandscape

We stand atop a small hill in the middle of a field on the Saskatchewan prairie: me, my husband, my cousin, and her husband. I met this cousin for the first time today; she and her husband have graciously taken us on a drive to see the land where our grandparents farmed. The warm wind that blows across this land uncovers truth today.

I was adopted as an infant–chosen was the word used by well-meaning folks back then. What they didn’t understand was that in order to be chosen, an infant first had to be unchosen; rejected. That’s a burden I’ve carried for almost sixty years and one that still gets in the way from time to time.

The parents who conceived me are long gone from this earth, and my Mennonite grandparents who farmed this land probably never knew I existed. Nevertheless, I feel as if I have come home here.

All around, in every direction for as far as I can see, there is green. It is the most beautiful place I can imagine. Lentils grow here now; a modern-day crop on land that once provided a living for my family.

This is the place where my birth mom was born and grew up. It was passed down to their oldest son, and he raised my recently-connected-with cousins here. A slight indentation in the earth is the only indication that a house stood here at one time, and a grove of trees left standing nearby is the melancholy beacon of all that once was.

To the untrained eye it’s just endless green prairie, to me it’s a mending of a mother-daughter connection that was severed when I was relinquished to adoption. A number of years ago I stood at the gravesite where my birth mother was buried, now I’m here on the land where she was born.

I stand firm in this place; I feel roots take hold. I read once that we carry place in our DNA; if that’s true there is certainly something of this place in me. I have no trouble believing it.

We wander back across the field to the car and, Mennonite style, (men in front and women in back) get in. Conversation with my cousin flows easily and gently. I continue to get to know her and come to understand something more about this family; my family. Stories I’ve heard snippets of, and things I’ve imagined, become real.

We dive a short way along gravel prairie roads, turning left, then right, passing the site of the old school where only a tall wooden swing set remains, and arrive at the Mennonite Brethren church. A little farther down the road, we stop at a little cemetery and there we find the graves of our grandparents. I take photographs of the worn stones and then we head back toward town.

It is about as close to a perfect day as I can imagine.

Linda Hoye is on the other side of a twenty-five-year corporate career. A writer, photographer, gardener, and somewhat-fanatical grandma, she lives in Kamloops, British Columbia with her husband and their doted-upon Yorkshire Terrier. Find her online, where she posts a few words and a photograph early every morning, at http://www.lindahoye.com.

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10 responses to “July 3 – Full Circle

  1. Hi Linda,
    That was so beautiful, and sad, and happy all at the same time. I think you are right about carrying one’s home in your DNA. I loved the sense of peace that was so prominent in your writing.

  2. Thank you so much, Ariela. Place can be such powerful thing in both our lives and in our writing.

  3. I can only imagine what it must feel like to know that even though you were chosen by parents there is always the reality that you were not chosen by your birth parents for whatever reason. I was raised in the Church of the Brethren tradition which is first cousins to the Mennonites. I am guessing that your birth mother may have been forced to put you up for adoption because the stigma of a pregnancy without the benefit of marriage in that tradition was powerful. I want to believe that she also grieved the loss as did you.

  4. Lovely passage. I believe that land is encoded in our DNA. What an experience for you.

  5. Thanks for sharing, Linda. What a touching piece of work. Yes, I do believe that land and family are encoded in our DNA. What a perfect day indeed!

  6. Very evocative, Linda. What a story you present. I know what you mean when you talk of being “Home.” Some places just feel that way.

    • Some places just get into us, don’t they? There can be no other explanation except that it’s coded into us somehow. For me, it’s always been the wide open prairie.

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