Legend Trial #7
|If it weren’t
for Doris, there might not be a “Garcia” line in our extended
family! Doris was by far the most compassionate of my siblings. Her heart
was as pure as her eyes were blue. Her husband, Antonio Garcia, was an
academic from a Mexican family with strong ties to the Spanish royal family.
Antonio focused on contemporary philosophical studies which seemed to
suit Doris well - had she been a scholar instead of a mother I would have
envisioned her in a similar field. I loved having Antonio as a brother-in-law
and I'm sure Taylor and the boys love having his as a grandfather. Poor
Antiono has survived Doris for so many generations, but he remains faithful
to her memory. The union between the Ravelos and the Garcias that my sister
and Antonio established sometimes seems like a distant memory. Alas.
Right after Doris and Antonio were married, they moved to Minnesota where Antonio had a tenured professorship awaiting him. Doris was still young – and even younger at heart – so she more quickly and seamlessly embedded herseld into the student body than the faculty spouse society.
I loved reading Doris’ letters! She would tell me about college kids, new styles of music, her and Antonio’s plans for moving back west, and her dreams (not aspiration dreams but actual sleepytime dreams). Though she never revealed any involvement with drugs, I really don’t understand how such a generally sheltered and naive person like Doris could have had such detailed, involved , and psychadelic dreams without a little tiny bit of dope. In one letter and a later phone call, Doris couldn’t even bring herself to tell me about this one particular dream because it was so "far out" and spinning on its own in her head. She dropped the matter tidily by saying that the dream was frightening and seemed like the end of the world to her, and there were crazy things that she couldn't quite contextualize for me - things like A B and C.
Doris died a long time ago (1966), but last year during the Hurricane Katrina fiascos, I felt like Doris was on earth. I felt like all of the news channels were showing what she had seen almost 40 years earlier in her dream. She'd seen the end of the world. A B and C never made sense as anything less than hallucinations until I saw the Katrina footage.
Doris had one friend in Minnesota to whom she would confide every detail about her dreams. He was a sensitive soul like her and eventually went on to become a very famous singer (Taylor – one of your favorites, I think). He nicknamed Doris “Rainbow” and treated her like a little sister even though she was quite a bit older than he. I know that one of his songs was written about that end-of-the-world dream of Doris’
After Doris died, I helped Antonio sort through her things. Doris was a real list lady. She was also – like many overly compassionate people – a little eccentric at times. I found lists everywhere – in her bedside table, in old purses, in wallets, in makeup bags, in her jewelry box, in cookbooks. Most of the lists were normal enough: “2 eggs, 3 cups beans, 1 bag rice.” Some of them were perplexing, though: “1 horse, 17 cars, 2 friends, 4 unknowns, 1 relative, city streets, 2 bars.” A few of the lists gave me a déjà vu that I couldn’t kick until – for merely sentimental reasons - I fished out the shoebox where I kept all of Doris’ letters and read through some of them. I was overcome by reverse déjà vu. Those lists I had found were key words to help Doris remember her dreams - many of which she had detailed for me in her letters. Multiple lists of similar items were probably recurrent dreams. The most recurrent list related to the dream that she only half-shared with me. Looking at the items on the list that I did not know about, I was more taken aback than ever by my sister’s unconscious. I pitied that she’d had to endure this least favorite dream so often.
Nearly every night for almost a year, I read one or some or all of the lists pertaining to that dream. In the dark, I would plot out elaborate ways to get in touch with that famous singer to ask him what Doris had told him about the dream and to find out for sure if his song had been inspired by it. What I really wanted to do though, when I was lying there in the dark, was fall asleep and share Doris’ dream because I missed her. I never had the dream, but I did commit some common elements from the lists to memory. And Doris has cleared up all of the humanly curious questions that I had since I arrived to the afterlife.
Maybe if you read the list enough, you’ll have the dream! Or at least experience Déjà vu. Afterall, Doris’ tales about the dream preceeded recordings of that song. And Doris’ friendship with that young man preceded both. All of this eerily preceded and accurately anticipated Hurricane Katrina.
1st family: 20 points
2nd family: 15 points
3rd family: 13 points
4th family: 11 points
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