Another time, another placeApr 29th, 2013 | By Ian Poulton | Category: International
Billy Pilgrim, anti-hero of Kurt Vonnegut’s satirical novel ‘Slaughterhouse Five’, experiences moments of coming ‘unstuck’, moving from one moment in his life to another in a random sequence, not knowing where or when the next ‘unstuck’ phase might take him. The possibility of such movement seems not such a bad idea; if one could determine to which point in life one might travel, then the regular revisiting of special moments would become an option, one which might sustain one during the less happy times.
Reflecting on where an ‘unstuck’ moment might best be spent, a few times suggested themselves, but there was one time and place that seemed perfect.
Visiting Canada in 1998, a camper van holiday had been punctuated at the beginning and end by stays on a campground in the British Columbian town of Hope. On the outward journey, the mood had been upbeat, but by the time of the return, the reality of returning to an unhappy situation loomed like a dark cloud over a cartoon character. There is still clear recollection of a moment, sitting in the Husky Diner and eating soup and feeling the weight of depression bearing down.
It seemed a moment that needed redeeming, the beauty of the countryside and the warmth of the people deserved memories worthy of the town’s name.
Ten years later, we returned. On a morning in July 2008, we parked our hired Chevrolet outside the Husky diner and went in for lunch. The children who had been seven and five in 1998 were now seventeen and fifteen and there was laughter and story-telling as we sat at the table watching the huge truck that passed.
Paying the bill, we stepped outside into the sunshine of the summer morning. A group of bikers had just drawn up and the riders stepped off their machines and walked from a cloud of dust that had been raised. The fifteen year old laughed aloud, ‘This is like being in a film – but it’s real’.
Indeed, it was real – a big country with big characters and a moment to treasure for however long the capacity to remember remained.
In days when the horrible looms large, to come unstuck and stand outside the diner in Hope seems a prospect infinitely attractive. The only problem with such possibilities is that particular places, and even particular times, might become very crowded with many other people coming unstuck, and meeting someone one wished to avoid would spoil it altogether.