Finding rabbits

Two Steiff woolen rabbits with photo of John Ott

As you five swell followers might know, I’ve been writing an essay about my childhood home that was burned down in a planned fire exercise when I was sixteen.  A rabbit figures in the story.  Here are a couple of excerpts.

After their pyrotechnic work was done, house gone, I returned to the remnants, stood on the ashes.  Near where the shed had been, I found one of my small wool Steiff rabbits, intact, unscathed.  A tiny symbol of the phantom limb of home–does keeping hold of stuff I had before the house disappeared stand in for a home?  When I hold that rabbit in my hand, I feel something stable and secure, but that’s too simple.

Then later in the essay:

Now I hold the Steiff rabbit that didn’t burn.  I imagine again walking across the charred land, finding the thing, the size of a cotton ball, where our garage had been.  How hadn’t I packed it?  How hadn’t it been torched?  I want to touch, smell, hear, see, consume the moment of finding that rabbit.

So telling truth, I pin that rabbit to a velvet board, and into a new ghost story I shove the cute animal, twist rabbits against type, make them sinister, keep writing.  Everything must be lit, and burn, then melt, transmogrify: everything must milk and then feed that famished ghost, memory.

At a fabulous Yellow Springs yard sale this morning, I found two Steiff rabbits, and bought the pair for a mere $7.  It was like my recurring dreams of finding pieces of my childhood Steiff collection at antique stores and having to buy them back, but in reverse: this morning they were not my rabbits, and I was awake.  Now they are on (the one clean corner of) my desk.

Just more evidence that things keep turning and turning, but won’t let us forget: carbon replaces itself, surprises us, and continues to haunt…

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2 responses to “Finding rabbits

  1. Love the imagery, used ‘transmogrify’ earlier today myself (think I spelled it wrong, though)…

  2. Thanks, Cyndi. I have a feeling that I’ve gone over the top (lots of the essay is intentionally non-linear, and I tried to make it messy and fragmented like that, which is probably a really bad choice. I think this will be one of those “fast failures” I was hearing about on the radio yesterday. Onward!)

    And I probably spelled “transmogrify” wrong, too. I’ve never used it, it just came out for this one. I love when that happens. It will probably make the cutting floor, but why not try? I’m interested in its sort of alchemical feeling, and this whole essay is about fire and burning, so it seemed to make sense. For some reason, I am associating it with Calvin and Hobbes, which is bizarre because I barely read that strip. Oh, here’s why: http://calvinandhobbes.wikia.com/wiki/Transmogrifier

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