In a couple of weeks, I am heading for Cuba and I feel like I’ll be traveling full circle.
For the last two years, I have been privileged to be the Writer-in-Residence at the Hemingway birthplace home in Oak Park, Il. I’ve conducted workshops in the home’s living room and wrote stories in the attic office set up for the WIR. I’ve also helped choose the finalists and the winners in the Hemingway Shorts competition in the small library of the magnificent Victorian house and been honored to edit the literary magazine.
But now it is time to say goodbye to Hemingway’s birth home and hello to Finca Vigia, the Cuban home where he lived for two decades, where he wrote The Old Man and the Sea. I will also visit Cojimar, the tiny village nearby and eat in Hemingway’s favorite restaurant, which is still there, I’m told. I will walk the grounds of his home where he occasionally played baseball with the local children, and peer in the windows of the house, left just as it was in 1960.
And as I do this, I will remember the home in Oak Park and especially the solitude of one early morning.
One of the questions I have been asked more than any other is whether or not I have encountered any ghosts in the home. I won’t say that I have. But I will say I have experienced a presence. Much of the time I spent writing at the Hemingway House was in the early morning. It was the best time. The attic office was cool, there was no one around, and the light through the southern window was always just right. One morning as I sat at the desk editing a manuscript that would later be published as the novel Night Radio I sensed a kind of momentary euphoria. It is that fleeting moment when the world seems in perfect balance; when all is well with the world; when the creative work seems effortless and there is no flinching or second-guessing your work. That’s a rare thing in creative endeavors. But the Hemingway house gave me that, at least for one beautiful morning. Now, it’s off to Cuba.
The birthplace home has a dedicated staff, smart and thoughtful people work and volunteer there, and they have made my stay unforgettable. Thank you, Hemingway house. Thank you for your kind shelter and particularly for that one magnificent morning.