Underneath It All PDF - Barbara DeMarco
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Underneath It All PDF - Barbara DeMarco
My O.C. | CU R BS I D E P H I LA NT HR OPY Her forehead is furrowed. She seems to be in pain and wears an expression I’ve occasionally seen on people with head injuries: She’s here, but not here. Fearing she’s about to hit me up for money, I begin to say I don’t have any cash, but it’s not money she’s after. She gestures to a three-pack of medium white jockeys. “Uh-huh,” she says, sounding vaguely Southern. “I could use some a them.” Concern shadows her latte-brown eyes. She futzes with her left hand, which is wrapped in gauze. I’m baffled: What could she possibly want with men’s underwear? “You sure you want those?” I say. Her soft voice has a slightly hysterical edge, as if she is trying hard to keep it together. “I need a front opening when I go to the bathroom,” she says. “I don’t wanna pull my pants down outside.” I’m speechless. The homeless woman watches me pull a jockey three-pack from the hook and place it in my cart. I want to know how she landed on the street. Too personal. So I say, “Where do you sleep?” “I’m waiting for my SSI check,” she says. “This pain in my hand …” We gaze down at her gauze-wrapped fingers. “And the paper underwear I’m wearing is awful.” I want to know more. Does she have relatives somewhere, or grown kids, someone she can ask for help? But shoppers are edging around us and it’s time to move along. It’s awkward, what to do next. “Why don’t we meet out front?” I finally say. “Ten, 15 minutes?” “That’ll work.” As suddenly as she appeared, she’s gone. I T ’S H A L F A N H O U R B E FO R E I check out, even though I hurried. I pile my purchases on the conveyor belt and ask the checker to bag the underwear separately. She hesitates. It’s one thing to bag food apart from clothing or cleaning supplies, but underwear? Outside, under the glare of the noonday sun, I see a speck of a shopping cart way down near Target’s other bank of doors. It’s November of last year and I’m in the Costa Mesa Target perusing the As I move closer, the woman shakes out wall of men’s underwear for my husband and son—Boxers? Jockeys? Gray? her shoes, leans back, and rests her arm Blue? Plaid?—when a woman in her 40s, 50s, maybe older, approaches. on the back of the bench as if she’s in a She’s in loose jeans and a white V-neck T-shirt. Her close-cropped, steel- park gazing at a pond of ducks rather than wool hair looks damp, as if she recently showered. I catch a whiff of soap. a sea of parked cars. UNDERNEATH IT ALL The stranger had an unusual request, but one that had a familiar what-if ring by Barbara DeMarco-Barrett 76 | O ra ng e C oast | November 2014 ILLUSTRATION BY Pushart My O.C. | CU R BS I D E P H I LA NT HR OPY Her cart, brighter and tidier than any I’ve seen, is covered with a child’s pink blanket. When I’m a few feet away, she sees me and does a double take. “I thought you forgot all about me,” she says, shielding her eyes from the sun. I hand her the bag. “God bless you,” she says. I’m glad I’m wearing sunglasses because my eyes begin to tear. “Good luck to you,” I manage. As I zigzag through the lot to my car, I glance back. She’s tucking the underwear somewhere beneath the pink blanket. 2 0 1 4 CHRISTMAS FANTASIA P R E S E N T E D B Y M E G U I A R ' S D E C E M B E R 2 ND D E C E M B E R 5TH Segerstrom Center for the Arts St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church 8 : 0 0 PM Renée and Henry Segerstrom Concert Hall FA N TA S I A PRESENTING SPONSOR 8:00PM holiday call Their favorite time of the year Snowflakes in the air Carols everywhere Olden times and ancient rhymes Of love and dreams to share Sleigh bells in the air Beauty everywhere Yuletide by the fireside And joyful memories there Christmas time is here We'll be drawing near Oh, that we could always see Such spirit through the year Oh, that we could always see Such spirit through the year... Christmas time is here Happiness and cheer Fun for all that children call Their favorite time of the year Snowflakes in the air Carols everywhere Olden times and ancient rhymes Of love and dreams to share Sleigh bells in the air Beauty everywhere Yuletide by the fireside And joyful memories there Christmas time is here We'll be drawing near Oh, that we could always see Such spirit through the year Oh, that we could always see Such spirit through C F VA N G U A R D U N I V E R S I T Y ’ S the year.. Christmas time is here Happiness and cheer WHEN I WAS 11, MY FATHER NO longer was able to work. We sold our house and moved 200 miles away into a smaller, more modest house close to Mom’s family. We moved every year for the next six. At 14, I started working as a waitress because my parents no longer could afford to buy me clothes or give me spending money. Mom, who was uneducated and had never worked, got a job in a factory cafeteria. Our last place together was a rented two-story brick row home beside train tracks on the homeless doesn’t remain that way forever. There are happy endings. Yet, she struck a chord in me. She couldn’t have known how grateful I was for the opportunity to perform that small act of kindness, or how, at different points in my life, I’ve been closer to the street than most anyone I know. And I thought back to some years ago, in San Francisco, when an older woman, frayed around the edges, tried to get my attention. I almost brushed her off, fearing she wanted more than I could give. “I need help,” she said, her voice laced with desperation. I stopped and listened. Turned out all she needed were directions. So often people need so little from us. TWO WEEKS LATER, AFTER THANKS- And most of us have something to give— giving, I return to Target. I scan the time, money, respect, something. And truly, entrances for the homeless woman’s shop- underneath it all, aren’t we all outsiders ping cart. I didn’t do nearly enough for her of one sort or another, each of us fighting when I had the chance. If I find her, I’ll our own battles? During hard times, there were people buy her a dozen pairs of underwear, a hat, coat, and a blanket for the coming winter. who gave me something of themselves, Of course she’s nowhere to be found. however small. And I remember them Maybe she got the help she needed, or with great affection, still grateful for the a relative took her in. Everyone who’s light they cast. wrong side of town—so wrong that my friend Debbie was forbidden to hang out with me because her mother said my family was too sketchy for her. As an adult, for a number of years, I lived one paycheck from the street with my musician husband. Being broke artists without kids was one thing, but after we had our baby, life felt more precarious. We almost gave up our health insurance but decided we couldn’t because of our son. Things eventually turned around, but it reminded me of my life as a kid—of being an outsider—and that the only things that separated me from homelessness were a few lucky breaks. Save the dates for this FA N TA S I A R E C E P T I O N PREMIERE SPONSOR FA N TA S I A P R E S E N TAT I O N S P O N S O R favorite! Led by Dr. James Melton, Department of Music Chair, you will enjoy favorite carols and breathtaking masterpieces performed by Vanguard University’s 200-member choirs and orchestra in the elegance and acoustical perfection of two stunning venues. F O R M O R E I N F O R M AT I O N V I S I T VA N G U A R D . E D U / FA N TA S I A
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