Well, now that I have the past semester abroad under my belt, I'll be returning to normal life...

...granted, normal life will be punctuated by a few little stories - many you'll see here...

...because, "normal life" for me usually includes a camera.

Images.
Stories.
Life.
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July 15, 2008 10:23 PM  (go back to main view)
A "moving wall" sort of seems like an oxymoron...
I've seen quite a few walls recently:

The Wall... (Wailing Wall, Western Wall)

...the Berlin Wall...

...or just a lot of pretty walls that hold up pretty buildings.

A few years back, I visited the Vietnam Memorial in D.C., and that was yet another wall. It didn't hold up anything, nor did it keep anything out... but much like the Western Wall many go there to remember.

This time, the wall came to us.
Something that some might consider a contradiction in terms, the "Moving Wall" has been on tour in the southeast this summer.
No, its not the real deal, of course. In fact, the thing is substantially scaled down to half the size of the original and built from a sort of composite metal/plastic substance supported from behind.

Anyways, it is definitely a nice gesture and, even for a town as small as mine, was well attended - at least enough to get the grass browned and marred from foot-traffic.

Quite serendipitously, we came upon the closing ceremonies yesterday (Monday) just in time to see it before it moved on.

Our mayor spoke...
...which, like many of these sort of things, is a speech of "thank you and thank you and thank you" - after all, re-election is coming up in November. Who can blame him?

And a guy I graduated with played taps...
...he works for the sheriff's office now.

I can only imagine how hot he must have been.

As cheesy as it may sound to some who have seen the REAL wall - which, might I add, is an extremely moving experience - it is a mighty nice gesture for those who are unable to ever see the real thing...

...like the older couple that approached me right after the ceremony. She asked me about my camera: I can geek out about cameras like the best of them, but who wants to talk about stuff like THAT when I have a chance to talk about something far more important.

I found out they had lost a nephew in the Vietnam War...
Darwin Shelton was killed by friendly fire three weeks after he landed in Vietnam. He had grown up in my hometown, but had moved away shortly before the military got him for service.

Then I come to find out this couple knew my family well. She graduated high school with my grandmother and he knew my uncle and grandfather well.

Small world...

...but then again, we are in my little town. It is a small world all of its own.

So, the "Moving Wall" on a hot Monday afternoon in July...

...that is all.

~Noah D.
Blog Comments (4):
Posted by Jim Schuec... on July 16, 2008 3:14 PM
Hi Noah,
I was just about to disagree with the several times you wrote The Moving Wall was a "nice gesture", until the end of your posting, where you found out you had a personal connection to a man named on The Wall.

The Wall and The Moving Wall are much more than gestures. They are proof that friends and loved ones lost to that war have not been forgotten.

After working as a volunteer at The Moving Wall, I wrote an essay "I came to see my son's name."

http://www.virtualwall.org/press/sonsname.htm
Posted by Haonavy on July 16, 2008 11:04 PM
Hey, thanks.
Oh, it is definitely more than gestures - I didn't mean to seem like I was downplaying the importance of it.

It is all about the human connections... :)

Thank you for the link to your article, too, by the way!
Posted by Richard Po... on July 16, 2008 2:55 PM
Great story... it is a small world indeed, or maybe we are meant to meet certain people. Nice shots also and very moving... I can just imagine how it must of been seeing this wall and all the names... geeez!
Posted by Haonavy on July 16, 2008 11:09 PM
It was a pretty cool thing to have come to such a small town... like mine.

Ya know, after I posted this I started thinking about how many people have been brought together by the people who have died for a cause... posthumously. People visiting a memorial and meeting someone with a common friend or acquaintance.

Anyways... just thinking...
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