365 Nature – Day 139
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Thirty six years ago today Mount St. Helens erupted. I’d like to say I remember it, but I was not yet two years old and have no memory of the event. However, as a child growing up in the Pacific Northwest, it was never far from the collective memory of this place – we watched videos at school about the eruption and were well acquainted with the mountain. The day it blew, my family was walking to a park in our neighborhood in Camas, Washington, some fifty odd miles to the south west of the mountain. An abnormal number of cars driving up Prune Hill, one of the highest points in the town, alerted my parents to something happening. When we arrived back home, we could see the giant plume from our driveway.
Ash settled on our roof and my parents collected it in baby food jars, adorned with plastic, blue labels documenting the date and substance in white capital letters. The jars sat on our bookshelves as I grew up, a constant presence of the mountain in our home. When the jars were passed to me I resented the ugly jars and the 80’s style label, wishing instead for something more decorative, more appropriate for such a significant event in our state’s history. But then I realized the baby food jar and the 1980’s label both spoke of a combined history – a relic from my youth which had fed me now contained ash from a mountain.
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