Jollett - Hollywood Park: a memoir

We were never young. We were just too afraid of ourselves. No one told us who we were or what we were or where all our parents went. They would arrive like ghosts, visiting us for a morning, an afternoon. They would sit with us or walk around the grounds, to laugh or cry or toss us in the air while we screamed. Then theyd disappear again, for weeks, for months, for years, leaving us alone with our memories and dreams, our questions and confusion, the wide-open places where we were free to run like wild horses in the night.

It happened all at once, my brother and I sitting naked in the bath, playing with our toy boats, listening to the music and the sound of muffled voices from the next room. We are swaddled in red and green wool blankets and readied for sleep: story time, pajamas, the rubbing of tired eyes. Goodnight canyon. Goodnight mountain. Goodnight building. Goodnight stars. Crayons are put away, cubbies cleaned, teeth brushed. I drift to sleep and am rattled awake, surprised to see my mothers face with her shaved head, her hazel-green eyes, her round Dutch cheeks and crooked yellow coffee-stained teeth, Hi, Goo. Wake up. We have to leave. Its not safe here.

Ive been told this womans name is Mom. Thats what Im told to call her. I know the word is supposed to have some kind of special meaning. She comes to visit me. Shes sadder than the others. She wears overalls and squeezes me, talks about how she misses me, her eyes forever darting around the room like a nervous bird. My eyes are filled with sleep, my head heavy. But Im tired.

Bonnie and Clubby are the other women. Theyre with me every day. Theyre funny. They talk in strange voices and always have a game to play or a slice of apple or crackers and juice. They call me Son. Pronounced Suuuuuun in a low baritone on account of my deep voice, round belly and overbite that makes my top lip stick out in a funny way. They always say they could just eat my face. Theyre big and soft, like warm pillows I can fall into. Clubby talks in a strange way that doesnt use any rs. Well, waddya think, kid? You gonna get in yo jammies o wut? She says its because shes from a place called New Yoke. Which is far away from California.

The woman Im told to call Mom cries when she comes to visit. She reads me a book or we walk around the compound, the big golden field, or I sit in her lap as she sings songs with words I dont understandFair-a, jhock-a, fair-a jhock-a, door may voo, door may voo. She combs my hair, tells me she misses me. Dont be sad, Mom, I tell her. I tell her that most of all. Dont be so sad all the time. She stares at me when I eat like shes trying to memorize something, like shes about to say something but decides not to.

I love you, Goo. My little boy. Tears in her eyes fall on the bib of her clean blue overalls. Everyone wears overalls here. I have three pairs. Then she disappears again and I find Clubby and Bonnie and we laugh and build things out of Popsicle sticks or play hide-and-seek with the other kids until bath time, then song time, singing:

Theres a land that I see where the children are free

Then bedtime when there are stories of dragons and castles and baby birds and moons that talk to children and children who talk to cats and blue butterflies that talk to lions. Then they say goodnight to me, to Cassidy, to Guy, to Dmitrimy best buddythen Noah.

When I wake up, when all the other kids are still sleeping, Mom shakes me and says, We have to go, we have to go now. You have to be quiet, honey.

I tell her I need some water. She has a look Ive never seen as I feel my chest sink into itself like theres something sharp and hot at the bottom of my throat. What about Clubby and Bonnie?

Shhh We can write to them, I promise. She picks me up. The other kids are fast asleep. Theres a soft yellow light coming from the doorway of the bathroom with the low toilet next to the craft tables. Debbie, who watches over us at night, stands next to the woman I am told to call Mom. She looks scared. My brother Tony is in the doorway, already dressed, his arms crossed. His head is shaved just like mine.

Where are we going, Mom? My throat is dry and I feel a blankness spreading from my stomach, up over my chest, going out over my arms and legs to my fingers and toes.

To the car, to go see Grandma and Grandpa.

A car? I dont understand. Ive seen cars driving in and out of the long driveway at the front of the building but Ive never been in one. They look so big and fast. I wonder if it will feel like flying. When Dad comes to visit, he rides a loud, two-wheel car called a moto-cycle. He leans back on the seat with his hands on the handlebars which makes it look exactly like hes floating on air.

The world is as big as the playground, the field, the forest on the far side of the road and this room where I sleep with Dmitri and Cassidy after song time, as big as Clubby and Bonnie with their funny voices and tomato soup and toast.

The woman Im told to call Mom is looking for my shoes. Debbie goes to the cubby closet and opens the door to the cubby where I keep my overalls, underwear, socks and the baseball Dad gave me signed by Steve Garvey, who is a professional baseball player. Dad likes baseball, I think. I have a bag where I keep my toothbrush and a yellow plastic comb thats too big for my shaved head. I have marbles and chalk and the pictures I drew with Bonnie on construction paper. I dont have any toys. None that are mine anyway. All the kids have to share our toys and no one can even keep a bike if someone brings you one.

Debbie puts my things in a paper bag and hands them to Mom. We start for the door. Wait, Mom. No one will know where I am when they wake up.

Its okay sweetie.

Shut up dummy! Tony says.

Shhhhhh!! Mom pulls him to her hip.

But why do we have to leeeeeave?

She lets out a deep breath, puts me on the ground, gathers us like a mother hen.

She squints, holding her eyes closed tight, her hands over her forehead, then opens them and looks at me, grabbing my hands in hers. She reaches for Tony but he turns away. Listen, I know you dont understand, but we have to leave right now and we cant let anyone find out, okay? So I need you guys to be quiet. Were going on an adventure.

Her eyes move wildly from me to my brother, back to me. You can sleep in the car. And when you wake up, youll be at Grandma and Grandpas house and well all have Dutch rolls and cheese.