V is for...

VANISHED

For the letter V, I have invited my friend and Goucher College classmate to write a wee bit about vanishing.  Carrie knows a lot about this subject as she is the author of we is got him (The Overlook Press, 2011), the narrative nonfiction account of the first recorded ransom kidnapping in American history.  Not only is Carrie  a kick butt writer and researcher, she has been a wonderful support person for me.  (Writers sometimes need cheerleaders, and on occasion, Carrie waves the pom-poms for me when I want to throw in the towel.)
So, without further babbling on my part, here's Carrie...
Photo pulled from philly.com

Our collective pulse rises when we hear about a missing child. We are desensitized, many of us, to news of crimes against adults. But word of a missing child – anybody’s child – brings us pain. Why else do we look away from the faces posted on bulletin boards, containers or telephone poles?
When we see the word “Missing” on a flyer, we know that a picture will haunt us if we choose to look. Because a disappearance isn’t a death – it could be, but it might not be. Fiction is full of characters whose disappearances involve pilgrimages and quests for truth and justice. But as much as our culture is obsessed with the intersection of fantasy and reality, we know that sometimes the Dark Lord wins. Fearing the worst, we try our best to believe in fairy godmothers.
Faith in life, however, doesn’t offer the closure that death does. In 2001, a judge gave Stanley Patz that closure when he declared his son Etan, missing since 1979, legally dead. The re-emergence of Etan’s story in the press this week has sparked renewed interest in his family, who live in the same SoHo neighborhood as they did when their little boy disappeared. Eleven years after a judge pronounced Etan Patz legally dead, reporters are asking his parents to comment on new investigative leads. It seems to me that such public interest threatens any closure that the family has found. But that’s really none of my business, is it? Certainly the Patzes are defined by more than Etan’s death and stronger than society’s narrative gives them credit for.
What is my concern is my response to Etan’s legacy, the faces below signs of the “Missing.” If I vanish before their pictures, I am denying them my observations, my prayers, my faith in a closure to their stories.

Thanks Carrie!
Typically it is seven years before a missing person can legally be pronounced dead.  You can read about that here.
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U is for...

UM

U could be for a lot of things.  Undertaker, perhaps?  But I've already had Jim Wright, a former embalmer post on P day for preparing a body for burial as well as Q day for Q&A, so it might be overkill if I chose undertaker as my U word.  Plus, what more could I say on the subject?  Uh, they're nice? 

Then I thought about the UK.  Stay with me here.  I'm sort of OCD about checking my blog stats.  They used to be sort of embarrassingly low.  Hi Mom!  But now I've got real traffic and a third of it is from the UK.  I feel like buying a t-shirt that says "I'm Huge in the UK."  But, that would be really weird, so I won't do that.  Although it's very tempting.  Very. (Hi Lori, oh t-shirt maker you!  You can make that one right after you make the "You had me at Bacon" tee.) So, I know of two people from the UK who comment regularly on my blog, so I'm gonna give them some love right here in this post.  Hi Clare and Wes!  Here's a link just for you to UK death statistics.  You know, just for fun.  I appreciate your comments.  Like a lot.

Okay, so UM.  My husband suggested I write about unmarked graves, which sounded wonderful at 11pm last night, but then I spent my day assembling 625 snack bags for kids taking the STAAR test tomorrow in Texas.  No, I didn't do it all myself, but there was that.  Then I got my kids from school, came home and had to wash a sink full of dishes.  Then I baked some M&M cookies for the teachers.  Then I made dinner and now I'm composing this totally random blog about the letter U.  What I really want to do is watch the Ranger game with my husband.  But, I'm dedicated to this blog.  And I'm dedicated to you, dear reader.  The problem is, I don't want to do any research, so the place that came to mind with a whole bunch of unmarked graves (some of them are marked with a number) is Peckerwood Cemetery.  Actually it's called Joe Byrd Cemetery and you can read all about it here.  It's where poor inmates in Texas are buried if their family doesn't claim their body.  If my book ever gets published, I want a picture of that cemetery as the cover image.  Why?  You'll have to read the book:)


Oh, and there's this Biblical quote about unmarked graves.  Luke 11:44  This is from the English Standard Version.  "Woe to you!   For you are like unmarked graves and people walk over them without knowing it."

So, I'm sorry I didn't deliver any earth shattering U topic for your reading pleasure today.  Check back tomorrow when I have a very special guest blogger.

Got any questions for me?  Ask away!