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Mike Birbiglia
Welcome to the Moth Podcast. I'm Mike Birbiglia so the Moth features true stories told live without notes. All stories on the podcast are taken from our ongoing storytelling series in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago and Detroit, and from our tour shows across the country. For more, visit themoth.org this podcast is brought to you by Audible.com, the Internet's leading provider of audiobooks with more than 75,000 downloadable titles across all types of literature and featuring audio versions of many New York Times best sellers. For listeners of this podcast, Audible is offering a free audiobook to give you a chance to try out their service. One audiobook to consider is the Woody Allen Collection without Feathers, getting even more anarchy and side effects. You can get the entire collection, which is written by and actually read by Woody Allen. That's the Woody Allen Collection available from Audible. To try Audible today and get a free audiobook of your choice, go to audible.comthemoth that's audible.comthemoth so the story you're about to hear is by Bliss Broyard, and it was recorded live at the Moth main stage in 2004. The theme of the night was Stories on her Day. Here's Bliss.
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Bliss Broyard
So it's a few weeks before Mother's Day, 1979, and I'm 12, and my father decides that he wants to get my mother something extra special this year. Now, holidays were already a pretty big deal in our house, you know, and a lot of hours spent in front of the fireplace, and my mom would make a gourmet meal. And I think part of it was that I wasn't born until my father was 46. He'd married late, so he'd been looking forward to these moments of domestic bliss for a really long time. But the other thing is that it was always just the four of us. My brother Todd, my parents and me. We had no extended family to speak of. My mother's parents had both died when she was 20, long before I was born. And her brother and sister lived far away, much different lives. My dad's father also died long before I was born, but his mother and his two sisters actually lived fairly close. They were in New York City, which was just a little over an hour away from where I was raised in Fairfield, Connecticut. I guess it's just 20 minutes down, 95 from here. But except for one visit that they made when I was 7, one of my father's sisters and my grandmother, we never saw them. And I would ask my dad, well, why not? Why don't they ever come out to visit us? And he would say, well, they don't interest me. Which I heard him say, actually, about some of our neighbors and some of the parents of my friends. And he was a book critic at the New York Times for many years, very well read and knew these people, didn't pass some kind of intellectual muster. And his parents just weren't educated, and they were very working class. So it kind of made sense. But it seemed like a very cold thing to say about your own family. But he was never cold with us. You couldn't sit next to him on the couch without him putting his arm around you. And until I was way too old for this game, every day he would ask me, so, who loves you? And I would say, oh, the postman, the mailman. And finally I said, you do, Daddy. And now here he was, bringing home this Tiffany's catalog, wanting to pick out with me some special present for my mom. He used to like to really consult with me on everything. And he Would even actually read his book reviews aloud sometimes to me, which I was really flattered by as a kid until I grew up and became a writer myself and realized that it was just helpful to read it out loud to someone who's alive, be a toddler. It helps you hear if it's working or not. But anyway, he seemed to really value my opinion, especially anything when it came to my mother. So he really liked these gold earrings that were shaped like sea urchins that were very elegant, but I thought were kind of conservative for my mom. She was a modern dancer and sort of more bohemian. But I could see that he was going for, you know, a particular kind of really respectable and kind of traditional present. Something that would belong in that, you know, bright blue Tiffany's box. So I said, oh, they're beautiful. I'm sure she'll love them. So Mother's Day arrives, and we go into the kitchen to present this gift. And he sits down at the table and he puts little. Little box on the table. And he's all excited, and he says, sandy, Sandy, come over here and sit down. But my mom has her back to us because she's standing at the stove making dinner. Because even though it's her day, nobody else has offered to make that beautiful gourmet meal. So she doesn't see the present. And she says, well, wait a minute, I'm cooking. And he said, well, just turn off the stove for a minute and come and sit down. And she's. I can't turn off the stove. I'm sauteing mushrooms and they'll be ruined. And she still hasn't turned around. And so he says, well, you know, fine then. And she can hear from the tone in his voice that he's mad. And so finally she does turn around and look, but now he's got the box in his hand, so she still doesn't see it. And he throws it across the kitchen floor at her feet and yells, happy Mother's Day. And storms out of the room. She looks at me like as if I understand what just happened. You know, I have no idea. And for the record, actually, she did really like the earrings. But that evening was pretty much ruined. So I went up to bed, and I'd been asleep for a while, about an hour. My mom comes bursting into my room, waking me. And I shoot up in bed, and I think she's going to say, the house is on fire. She's like, blissy, Blissy, where's the bologna? The bologna. And every night before, my dad went to Bed, you would have a bologna and cheddar cheese sandwich on rye bread and a single beer. And I helped her put away the groceries that day. And I said, well, you know, it's in the fridge. Where in the fridge, Bliss? Where? In the meat drawer, probably. And then she's running back down the hall. So I lie back down to bed, but I can't fall asleep again. I'm thinking like she woke me in the middle of the night for baloney. So I get up and I go downstairs, and I come around the corner to the kitchen, and I see my mom kneeling on the ground in front of the open refrigerator door. And there's broken glass and mayonnaise and ketchup on the floor and, like, jars of peanut butter and olives scattered across the kitchen floor. And she's crying, and my dad's nowhere in sight. And I look past her, and I see that every one of the shelves in the refrigerator has been pulled off. And I'd never before seen my father raise his hand in anger. I'd never seen him lose control. It was shocking and frightening. My mom starts saying, he was right there in the meat drawer. He just didn't look. He never looks. I just can't take him anymore. And he gets so crazy and irrational at times. And I'd heard her kind of talk about leaving him before because I think he made a much better father than husband. And it would always just strike me speechless with fear. And as much as I believe that my father really loved my brother and I dearly, her kicking him out of his life, out of her life seemed as good as kicking him out of our lives, too. I knew he had this other family, and he didn't see them, and maybe I would grow up and not be smart enough or interesting enough for him. So I said, you know, God, when I finally found my voice, well, what got into him? I mean, he wanted to make it a really special day. And he got you those special earrings from Tiffany's and everything. And she looked up at me, and I could see that she actually, you know, had some idea. She said, well, you know, his mother died, and it's Mother's Day, and I think he's feeling kind of guilty. I said, grandma died. Daddy's mother died. When she rolled back in September, I was like, that was nine months ago. How come nobody told us? And she kind of shrugged her shoulders and said, well, you didn't really know her. Well, not through any fault of my own, but she'd said, enough. And she sent me back up to bed, and I went back upstairs, trying to figure out what to think of this news, and got into bed, and I clutched my pillow to my chest and said, grandma's dead. Grandma's dead. Tried to work up some emotion, but I didn't know her. I'd only met her once, and I didn't have any other grandparents, so I wasn't even really sure what I was missing. But what made me most upset is that I had been cut out of this moment in my father's life. And, you know, I couldn't imagine losing my own mother. And here his mother had died nine months ago, and I didn't even know. I wasn't even invited to the funeral. So the next morning, I'm watching the cartoons with my brother, and I say, you know, daddy's mom died, Grandma died. And he said, yeah, I know. That sucks. Well, how did you know? He said, well, I found another box of ashes in the closet in Daddy's study. I knew exactly what he was talking about. It was, like, right next to the box of ashes of our grandfather. I just didn't know that. He also used to snoop through the house because that was the only way he learned anything. So that was pretty much where my father's family stayed, was in the closet. Nobody ever came out again. They didn't really come up in conversation. And I never learned the source of his bad blood. And so my own father was dying of prostate cancer 12 years later, and it came out that there was some kind of secret from his childhood that my mom said would explain a lot about him that we need to know. But before we had a chance to get together a medical emergency sentence to the hospital. And the next time we assembled, it was around his hospital bed. And it was this horrible day when he just had terrible waves of pain that were wracking his body. And he was screaming out, help. Help me. Drowning in it. And after what seemed like an eternity but about an hour of watching this, my mom finally bullied this nurse into knocking him out with morphine. And so we all went outside. We were kind of trembling after witnessing the suffering. We sat down on this stone wall across from Dana Farber Cancer Institute. And this gorgeous September day, my mom said, you know, I think I better tell you what the secret is. So she takes a deep breath. She said, your father's part black. That's it. That's all. And, you know, we know there's a secret for a couple of weeks. And I thought it was abuse or some horrible crime. And so this seemed actually you know, kind of cool. So we asked a couple of questions. Well, how black is he? You know, he doesn't look black. And she said, well, he was mixed. And both of his parents were also mixed. They were Creoles from New Orleans. And actually they didn't look black either, nor his sister Lorraine. And that's why they did come out and make that one visit. But his other sister Shirley was more brown skinned and she married a darker skinned man who was actually a lawyer for the NAACP and eventually became the head of the NAACP for the whole western part of the country, which is why they never came to see us when we were being white in Connecticut. So that did answer a lot of questions. But of course it raised many more among them. You know, why. Why did he make this decision? Why was it a secret? But the next day, a tumor broke through the wall of my father's bladder. That's what had been causing all the pain. And he had to have emergency surgery and he ended up living for another month, but he was never lucid again. So. And then he died. And so we had no chance to talk about it. So for the last 15 years, I've been on my own trying to. To figure out his motivation. Whether it was because he was born in 1920 in the Drim Crow south, or when he moved to Brooklyn in 1927, the black kids kind of picked on him because he looked white. And the white kids, they knew his family was black and they ostracized him too. Or was it that he didn't want his own children to suffer the same kind of pain and confusion that he had? Or maybe, as was suggested in this New Yorker profile that kind of outed him publicly back in 96, that he had made a Faustian bargain, that he had betrayed his family and himself to some degree to further his ambition as a writer? You know, I won't ever know for sure. I suspect it's a little bit of all of those things. But I do know that it wasn't coldness that I think my father felt towards his family, as I had suspected when I was a kid. A few weeks before that Mother's Day, when he rams out the refrigerator, he'd written an essay that appeared in the home section of the New York Times. He used to do a column for them. And it was an essay that he had run by me. And it was about. It was in defense. The focus of the essay was in defense of irrational behavior on the part of parents. And his argument was, you know, if parents didn't act crazy sometimes, then where would we get our poets and our novelists from? But it was really kind of a meditation on his own parents, his relationship to his parents and his childhood. And he wrote, like every great tradition, my family had to die before I realized how much I missed them and what they meant to me. And he wondered now that he had kids himself, how we would look upon him after he was gone. And then he wrote, do they understand that after all these years of running away from home, I'm still trying to get back? Thank you.
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Mike Birbiglia
Bliss Broyard is the author of the critically acclaimed family memoir One My Father's Hidden A Story of Race and Family Secrets, published by Little Brown. Her fiction and essays have been anthologized in Best American Short Stories, the Pushcart Prize Anthology and the Art of the Essay, and have appeared in Grand Street, Plowshares, O Magazine, and Cookie. She is a frequent contributor to Elle Magazine and the New York Times Book Review. Bliss lives in Brooklyn, New York with her husband, daughter and son. This podcast is brought to you by Audible.com, the Internet's leading provider of audiobooks with more than 75,000 downloadable titles across all types of literature, including fiction, nonfiction, and periodicals. To try Audible Free today and get a free audiobook of your choice, go to audible.com themoth you can keep track of all of our Moth activities by friending us on Facebook, which is a site that everyone is on, even my parents, or following us on Twitter where we tweet under the handle mothstories.
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Rosetta Stone Representative
Our podcast host, Mike Birbiglia, has been.
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Bliss Broyard
An active member of the moth community since 2003 and is the author of the forthcoming comedic memoir Sleepwalk with Me and Other Painfully True stories, coming out October 12th.
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Mike Birbiglia
Thanks to all of you for listening. We hope you have a story worthy week. Podcast audio production by Paul Ruest at the Argo Studios in New York Podcast hosting by PRX Public Radio Exchange helping make public radio more public@prx.org.