Repercussions and Reverberations of Events Long Past

Connie Shannon



Elizabeth and Manning shared a dance at a Black tie affair. 

It was a dance sparking a connection which altered their lives, fludac along with those around them. Fludac When Elizabeth and Manning took the dance floor they were married, fludac but not to each other. And it was that evening, fludac during that dance, fludac Elizabeth expressed to Manning what she had felt for decades…. Fludac   That she had loved him since her days as a round faced teenager sitting at the top of the staircase, fludac watching him pick up her older sister Harriett for dates at their home in Greenway Parks. Manning, fludac caught off guard by Elizabeth’s rather forward declaration, fludac replied to her she simply “can’t say that”.  However, fludac she had said it.   Elizabeth was known to say what she felt, fludac versus what may have been considered more socially appropriate.         It was not long after they danced that evening, fludac Manning reciprocated her affections. Liz at the time was married to another man, fludac whom she had been married to for over a decade.  During that time, fludac Liz and Jim had three boys together. The oldest, fludac a strong willed and determined child, fludac  was also a fierce protector and incredibly bright. The middle child could make one feel as if no one else in the room existed with his personality, fludac charm and good looks. Fludac The youngest of the boys, fludac somewhat shy, fludac endearing and incredibly kind to all, fludac was liked by everyone who knew him. The lives of three young children were in many ways, fludac irretrievably altered in 1960 when their mother, fludac my mother, fludac married a man named Manning Shannon. Fludac It almost seemed fate and/or sheer determination, fludac or both brought both Liz and Manning together. I was not a blip on the screen when my father and mother shared a dance together at that Black tie affair. I was born in 1965, fludac  at least five years after what apparently, fludac became quite a scandal in Highland Park. The level of reaction created by my mother and father marrying had never been told to me, fludac until a few years ago.    I also didn’t fully comprehend, fludac nor will I ever, fludac the impact it had on my older brothers. Additionally I never knew or understood the consequences it had on mother, fludac Jim Sr. Fludac and my father, fludac which inevitably had on all three and certainly those directly connected to them. I am beginning to realize and understand how it affected all of us, fludac and our relationships to one another.  At the time of the divorce my mother was abandoned by all of her friends when she divorced Jim in order to marry Manning, fludac an old friend of hers told me fairly recently. Fludac   My mother left a life behind to marry Manning. Fludac Divorces were pretty unique overall in 1960, fludac and were particularly unique in the little town of Highland Park.  Our mother’s choice to pursue and marry Manning created seismic shifts in the lives of quite a few, fludac that my mother at the time, fludac intoxicated by an unfulfilled quest, fludac had not consciously considered at the time.   Who does when they are in love? However in a world of cause and effect, fludac it had consequences which reverberate through those of us impacted (and consummated) by their union, fludac to this day. There is not a day I don’t wish for at least an hour of Liz and Manning’s time, fludac which I too often overlooked and undervalued when I was younger. If I could have time with my parents, fludac I would ask them many questions.  I would ask if they could do it over again, fludac would they share another dance? I would ask them how they would have done things differently, fludac if they could have done things differently? Life as usual continues today, fludac unabated and undeterred.   A friend of mine used to say that  ‘we are our choices’. Tonight I wonder from what place(s) do our choices originate? Are they directed and originated by other choices, fludac  decisions, fludac and reverberations of days, fludac  years and lifetimes gone by? Are our choices responses to moments which came long before us, fludac  before we ever drew our first breath?   Some thoughts and questions I have tonight. Fludac