Family Circle by John Wentworth Chapin

They all held Christmas back in Pemberton. Only old Mick Turner and FJ – one of the middle sons – still lived in Pemberton, but the far-flung Turner boys and their broods descended upon Pemberton like locusts. The clan had long since outgrown the pine dining room table with its single leaf; FJ set out four long plastic folding tables on the lanai. The old pine table sagged with aluminum trays of meat and soft vegetables. The Turner boys loved the homecoming and their women graciously tolerated it. Family is what it is.

When the hour grew late and the supply of whiskey dwindled around the circle, each prodigal Turner boy lamented his state. Each past holiday was farther back than the distance between the previous two. One brother spoke of his desire to return to Pemberton, to give the finger to the fast lane and come home. The other boys grumbled in agreement: FJ had it good here. FJ grinned and nodded into his cup.

Old Mick Turner struggled not to weep: all this flesh from his own, longing for home. But in two days’ time, he would be alone again with this loathsome sponge who reminded him daily of his failure to have loved enough as a father. FJ might drown or disappear, something painless and eternal, but such freedom was a hopeless dream for Mick.


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9 responses to “Family Circle by John Wentworth Chapin

  1. there is a melancholy to this story, the whole dysfunctional family theme and the hopelessness of finding any true peace. Very well told

  2. What a sad sad story – all this posturing but genuine feeling at the same time. See, it never pays to reminisce or live in the past too much – you never know who is still living there. Always the test of a great story: I do NOT want to be like that. Good.

  3. You’ve captured the closeness together with the conflict of family, that thread that lies beneath the surface of holidays. Nice.

  4. Randal Houle

    lots of melancholy images here. decay, old, festering… emotions. with nowhere to go… a least favorite place to be ha!

  5. Walter

    Great setting of the family dynamic – status, roots, relationships, simply by choice of names, matched by hints – sagging old pine, soft vegetables, plastic tables – of the final decaying stages of this clan, never to be once Old Mick kicks. Tightly done.

  6. sad + good. fits the season, with the upcoming “happy family” gatherings. but as the story states – in this small, large key line: “Family is what it is.”

  7. Tight weaving of a family in distress. And of dreams and missed opportunities. Loved the ‘give the finger to the fast lane’. Makes me really ponder the meaning of ‘home’. Peace…

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