Essays on Childhood: In a Man’s Voice

There are moments in life when someone casually helps you make a connection, and the effect is anything but small.  Such was the case when I grumbled to my friend Allan that I didn’t understand why it was so difficult to get a commitment from men to write for the Essays on Childhood project.

Allan said simply that it did not surprise him at all.  “Elizabeth, a lot of men find it very hard to write about their childhood.”  Something about the way he phrased that made me rethink the dynamic.  I realized I processed the hesitance to follow through as a lack of interest.  Allan helped me see it’s not that at all.  It’s a level of difficulty and often of pain that may be more pervasive in male childhood experience than female — not at all to say women have easy childhoods, but there is something here connected to the male psyche and experience in the early years that may be keeping a lid on what is actually a very keen interest in writing.

William Stafford

Allan is a writer, editor, teacher, and author published many times over.  His second book on the spiritual struggles of boys is due to roll off-press soon.  Obviously he was himself a boy once, but beyond that he has jumped into the deep end, both personally and professionally, of analyzing the male childhood experience.

Allan’s first book on the issues opens with this chilling poem by William Stafford:

Sure You Do

Remember the person you thought you were?  That summer

sleepwalking into your teens?  And your body ambushing

the self that skipped from school?  And you wandered into

this carnival where all the animals in the ark began

to pace and howl?   The swing they strapped you in?

The descent through air that came alive, till

the pause at the top?  The door on the way down

that opened on joy?  And then, and then, it was

a trap.  You would get used to it:  like the others

you could shoulder your way through the years, take on

what came and stare without flinching, but you knew at the time

it was goodby to everything else in your life.

The great door that opened on terror swung open.

The first time I read this poem I was unable to speak, literally, for a full 30 minutes.  I put it in front of a few men I know, and with limited commentary said, “I’d like to know what you think of this.”  The effect of the poem on my friends was similar to the effect on me, but with a key difference:  While my silence came from the shock of surprise, theirs was from the instant recognition of what was presumed to be a secret.

In 2012, Essays on Childhood will engage this challenge of creating a space and a process for men to write about their childhood experience.  One observation is that men tend to write with more personal distance from their subjects than do women, and when the subject is one’s own childhood that is not exactly an option.  I am fortunate to know a lot of very cool men — smart, funny, serious, engaged people who possess unique viewpoints and an interest in connecting with other people.  They may not know I identify them this way, but part of the next wave will be telling them and asking them to lead this grand experiment…………

Esse Diem readers, your suggestions for this outreach are more than welcome!

(Much gratitude goes out to John Warren, who was the first man to write for Essays on Childhood, to Michael Powelson who shared an essay from his own blog for EOC, and to Julian Martin, who will be representing the male voice in the essays shared before the end of the year.)

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His Name is Michael Powelson

His name is Michael Powelson, and if you use social media at all and you live in West Virginia you may not know his name immediately but you surely will recognize the title of this blog post:

1 Shining Moment for a 2-Sided State

I never asked Michael how many hits his blog received when he posted this — his first post — but to date the post has nearly 300 comments and is still going strong.  It is almost unheard of for established bloggers with thousands of regular readers to get this many comments on a single post (think, but here comes unassuming Mr. P and blows it out of the water.

1 Shining Moment is a very personal reflection on being a West Virginian that struck a powerful chord with natives, transplants, “still here-ers” and “want to go back-ers.”  Using the WVU men’s basketball coach as a vehicle for exploring the complex nature of shared cultural identity, Michael spoke to what so many people feel deep inside but often can’t articulate:  We care what you think, but we don’t really care what you think.  We know who we are, and whether anyone else ever understands us or not, we will always have each other.  West Virginia is a family, and the phenomenon of 1 Shining Moment demonstrated once again that eternal truth.

In perpetuity, we belong to each other.

Michael’s long-awaited second post is now up on  his site, and he most graciously made it a part of the Essays on Childhood project this year.  It’s up via the EOC site here, or you may visit his site directly and read the hilarious sibling warfare, hijinx, and righteous bonding over cough drops and yodeling by clicking here.

Enjoy, and many thanks to Michael for connecting to all of us with his wonderful writing and storytelling!  Michael, if you thought we were going to let you stop writing, you were sorely mistaken my friend.  What’s next?