Driftwood And Me
When I woke up this morning, driftwood was on my mind. I can't say why, maybe I was feeling windburned from the beach yesterday, struggling to keep beach umbrellas upright in a stiff breeze.
I went to
google to learn some things about it, and found myself tossed upon the waves in
much the same way the very subject itself is. (When I write my first
allegory, driftwood will play an important part.) But back to my journey
of discovery on driftwood. I was bounced from page to page as I started
looking. I was sent to Wikipedia, of course. There I learned that
driftwood is "wood that has been washed onto a shore or beach of
a sea, lake, or river by the action of winds, tides or waves. It is a form of
marine debris or tide wrack."
Back to
driftwood, While the majority of driftwood is said to have formed as
trees, roots and storm-damaged limbs are washed from our shores into the sea, a
fairly large proportion is formed from flotsam and jetsam, from man-made wooden
objects. Jetsam and flotsam are two distinctly different things--jetsam
sounds like the country cousin-- the result of deliberately discarded wood used
as dunnage, while flotsam is the more dignified-sounding one. Flotsam is
the result of shipwrecked or storm damaged wooden boats and ships. I
can imagine large groups of driftwood floating on the seas. If they are anything
like humans, they are labeling each other and "making statements"
about themselves by studying their heritage. Imagine the "Daughters
of the Sunken Ships of the American Revolution" or the "Sons of the
Shipwrecked Colonials." Then, think of all those who would consider
themselves superior because they were organically-grown and formed, then
washed into the sea as opposed to being sawed, hammered and planed into a
man-made object. If they are anything like humans, I now know why driftwood
looks so haggard and torn when it land on the shore--all that time sniping at
each other about whose heritage is better than whose. Don't even get me
started on the competition about the sort of passengers they allow on
board--"Don't you know those Gribbles smell so much better than those
old Shipworms, or, mercy-me, those stinky bacteria!"
Anyway, it
was a long trip just wading through Wikipedia on driftwood. I soon found
myself tossed among a sea of other entries--take this one for example:
Norse mythology has it that the first humans were formed by the gods not
from clay or the rib of the opposite gender, noooo...They were formed out of
driftwood and called "Ask" and "Embria" (note the
"A" and "E" like "Adam" and "Eve."
Hmm, some connection there--but get this, they were formed out of the
best kind of trees for driftwood--Ash and Elms, yes, "A" and
"E" again; I am not making this up.
It turns
out there's a new novel (2014) entitled Driftwood, and a folk music group
of the same name. Look them up on YouTube, they are really pretty good.
In the process of exploring that link, I found the Driftwood band
performing a song also covered by the Chieftains. From there I arrived at
a collection of recordings made by the Chieftains (a traditional Irish Band)
and some of the better-known ladies of country and folk music (Martina
McBride, Emmylou Harris, Alison Krause, et al.).
Shortly
after that I floated my way to a site that offered a guide to making my own
driftwood--it's a lot of work, and can take months. Finally I surfaced in
familiar territory. I washed up on Amazon which offered to sell me a
piece for just $16.09--with free "shipping," no less. I bought
one. It arrives in two days (how they know it will wash up that soon I
don't know. I can't wait.
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