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Kathy Knechtges

Kathy Knechtges
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Writer and meditator, with an Independent bent. Have written for California and Midwest publications. Interests are the loss of the middle class, American manufacturing, unions, immigration, and the welfare of families and children.

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Salon.com
MAY 2, 2010 1:31PM

Big Drama Beneath the Altar ( Pt 2 of a writer's series )

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PART 2 OF A SERIES

PT. 1 : 

http://open.salon.com/blog/kenmi1/2010/04/07/my_evolution_as_a_writer_a_series_that_ends_with_you 

 

 

It's dim inside the cavernous church vestibule outside of morning mass, where Judy and I are chatting a bit before joining our 7th grade classmates inside. She keeps bugging me that an old casual friend of mine has somehow become my boyfriend -- wrong.

"I hate his guts!" I finally explode, not wanting to be embarrassed by this false rumor getting back to him. I don't dislike him at all, but I am  hoping that  this extreme statement will end Judy's speculation for good. Right on top of my words, the chill, reddened face of Nick, the very friend that we are talking about, appears before us coming in to go to mass. He probably heard it. Oh my God!!!  A blindside, and the first  hint of anger seem to possibly register on his face before he turns and we watch the back of his tan jacket going into the church.

I am overwhelmed with horror as Judy and I walk in to take our places, now a little late, in the section for the 7th grade. Every morning, the entire elementary school, accompanied by our nuns and teachers, heads for the front of the church at 8 a.m. We assemble before  three huge plaster altars with many statued saints and beautiful curlicues, under ornate decorated ceiling domes. I love to study the church's towering, long, stained glass windows,  each stunningly different as the season's shifting light reveals it. Every class sits together in a neat group. The girls all have navy blue beanies  pinned to their heads with bobby pins, matching their navy blue uniforms.

All the life passages of my huge family clan have taken place in here.  There are 100 years of prayers,  desperate pleadings with God to avoid illness and death,  thousands of rosaries recited, the exploding  joys of weddings and baptisms, and colorful May flower processions. There is a  heavy build up of it all, the atmosphere has accumulated, thick and rich.  You can feel the peace of it all, if you really listen.

The  historic rituals, coming in a  direct line from Christ, begin to unfold on the towering altar before us today, all in Latin. Sometimes  it is easy for our childish minds to wander. Today, my mind is paralyzed in my situation. Nick probably heard it but I'm not totally sure. I have not the slightest, slightest clue what to do. Nick had a grandmother that lived by me. We were never that great of friends, but for him to hear this crazy unprovoked attack....  It is too horrible to get near. Did he hear enough to understand what I was saying? What am I going to do? Say, "By the way, if you overheard me telling Judy in church that I hate your guts, I didn't mean it?" That would be way too bizarre if he didn't hear it. I go over and over the dilemma in my mind, and I just can't see how to deal with it. Eventually, by default,  I decide to just  ignore the incident, and  pretend like it never happened. Hopefully, if he did hear anything,  both Nick and I can eventually forget it. 

My life keeps  getting increasingly weird and complicated. I have been such a happy elementary school kid, among other things,  thriving on plays, speeches and any kind of creative performance. But now we 7th graders are all changing so much.  I am skinny and can't gain an ounce, and am starting to get bad acne. Even my eyes start developing  severe nearsightedness. I try to just  squint and sit close to the blackboard and fake it,  until my inability to see distances becomes so bad that I can no longer hide it, and I am finally forced to accept dark brown, cat's eye glasses, with sparkles.

Unfortunately for me, appearances are becoming a very, very big deal in the class. Alliances are fast shifting in the mad, nervous  herd. Our  most attractive girl, a striking, shapely dark brunette named Sandy,  has definitely become the alpha female, and even her friends  have taken on the highest status in the class.

 A short, girl- next- door- type, who lives out in the country, and who has never been a friend of the Queen, has suddenly latched on to her . But she is being repeatedly rebuffed by Sandy . The girl drags her aqua coat over to where  Sandy is holding court this morning. "Why are you hanging around me?" the Queen glowers. The other girl lowers her head, but says nothing,  apparently still  hoping that  Sandy's  status will rub off on her, and that this will all be worth it some day. Last week,  even a friend of mine  declared to me worriedly, " Kathy, I want to start hanging around with the popular kids!"  I thought to myself,  does this mean that you don't  think that I'm popular?  

 One morning, Sandy  comes in with a bad haircut that is obviously too short. It looks terrible. The next day, a couple of other girls get their hair cut too short too.  By the end of the week, every girl but me in the class has adopted a ridiculously too short haircut.  This is just too stupid for me. I sadly decide that, although I may pay a price, I am not going to be that slavish and  irrational a sheep for anyone.

"Slam books" are also becoming the new thing at our school. Everyone has an  empty book with blank pages that they pass around in class to see what people really think of them..I have been passing my slam book around for a couple of days, and have mostly gotten positive, friendly comments , so I am enjoying the experiment. 

Today, when I get my book back, I freeze ....

My old friend Nick has written in my slam book describing me:  "Yuck!" The other kids have been reading this, this morning! Another boy  has also added "Yuck!" to my page....

 I can see why my friend obviously hates me now, but the other boy has nothing against me....

Do the other guys think that?... this is starting to really destroy me where I live, and I am starting to get really scared ....

 

 

 A couple of weeks later  we are supposed to perform assigned  humorous skits before the class. I am cheered up by this, because I love and excel at anything of a  creative, performance nature. And  I am one of the first ones up to perform today. ...But when I reach the front of the class,  I feel kind of strange, stiff and nervous, uncomfortable. I can't seem to relax at all .... What is going on??

I realize, that for the first time in my life  as a creative person, I feel

                                                         FEAR.

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I love this! Is it from a novel you're writing for teens? If not, it should be. It's the kind of good writing children that age should and the kind of story that'll keep their attention. Brava!
Great. Ready for the next one.
Oh, stage fright! I couldn't believe that George Harrison, a Beatle had stage fright. Neil Young used to play as much as he could with his back to the audience, so you are in good company! Great Stuff Kat!
It comes on you out of the blue. At it's strongest when it comes without warning. Well done.
you weave well detail into your narrative. I'm enjoying this.
I m rite there with ya. The worst part is that, oy, I start feelin all those old middle-school feelins again. Gotta b good writin to do that.

Love this series anyway.

Rated for how real it is.
Keep it coming. Good work.

Monte
I hope this story continues. You've got my attention!
Froggie, someone else suggested I write something for kids. Thanks for the idea.
scan, bob, hi buds!
you fight the good fight too John
Chuck and Charlie, I appreciate the visit.
Thanks for the encouragement Monte

Pat, I am so glad that you liked it.
There is tension here. I was going to insist that Nick did not hear you -- then I came to "yuck".

Believe it or not, just the other night I was looking at a 4x6-inch booklet with "Autographs" on the cover. When I was leaving the eighth grade in Ohio for the ninth grade in California, I passed the booklet to my classmates. There were some smart-ass farewells and good wishes (from the boys) but we never thought of it as a "slam" book. The faded messages were bright and new in 1940! (I will now pause while you catch your breath.) Looking forward to pt. 3.
Thanks for the comment, I didn't get as many as I had hoped. So I appreciate it!
I'm glad that you didn't get slammed in your book! It's amazing that it is still so clear. Hope you are doing well!
More, I need more. Ah, the middle-school years when girls lose their nerve. Kathy, this is story-telling at its best.
Kris that comment means a lot.
yes, fear...where once there was joy...
i like reading about different folks' high school experiences, especially folks who ended up like me or had a wanderlust streak at some point, if only because there are often similarities, but so many things end up being so madly different... it's a nice contrast.
You paint such a vivid image and truly capture the moment in such a way that it I can see the church and feel the tension.