The Moth Radio Hour: When Time Slows Down

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I'm Jodie Powell, a producer and director at The Moth.

After the worst of the pandemic, I took a trip to the Moth office.

We were out for over a year.

It looked like everything was frozen in time, unchanged.

Except the plants that were maintained.

They were now three times the size.

But all else, the pens on the desk in mason jars, postcards sent for birthdays.

The calendars still read 2019.

From where I stood, the sunset came in like always.

We all have moments where time loses its meaning, but sometimes we get reminders that the best moments are right now.

Just then, I looked around the whole office.

Everything was covered in sunset, in true amber.

In this episode, stories about when time slows down and sometimes its slowness brings a gift.

Our first story comes from Scott Gravatt.

He told it at a store slam in Portland, Oregon, where our media partner is Oregon Public Broadcasting.

Here's Scott, live at the mouth.

My son has always been a little countercultural.

When he was in eighth grade, He trade, someone gave him a guitar hero, a video game, and he traded it in for a real guitar.

guitar under the moniker dad real guitar heroes play real guitars

when we moved here ten years ago he kept all of that countercultural aspect and found it in Portland in a way that Miami could not provide

well number one I will be on my bike he said

forever for all time and he was committed through high school to riding that bike.

It was a pain in in the ass for me because he would call me at 11 o'clock at night not wanting to ride his bike home and I would have to go get him.

So there was a couple of times where I begged him to buy a car and to get his license and he just refused.

And then came Xana.

Xanna lived in Beaverton.

All good stories start with love.

And my son, while I was sitting at the dining room table one day, said to me, Dad, I think I want a car.

The opportunist that I am, 90 seconds later, I was on Craigslist.

Two minutes later, I had found a car.

And within three minutes, I was on the phone talking to a guy.

Less than an hour later, I was standing in front of him, with my son behind me and $1,000 in my hand.

walking around a 1994 Subaru and kicking the tires like I knew what I was doing.

I did did not.

We drove the car around the block.

It was near perfect, and I wondered why it was only $1,000.

And I asked the guy, I was like, hey, I'm not going to haggle you for the price.

This is $1,000 car.

It's 250,000 miles, but still,

why is it only $1,000?

And he says,

you see, there's this girl.

And my son, say no more.

Totally got what was happening.

So I went to hand him the $1,000.

And before I did, I shook my hand out.

And I said, $1,000 for the car.

And he grabbed my hand.

And he kind of looked me in the eyes.

And there was a moment there when we were holding hands.

And he looked me in the eyes.

And we kind of had an exchange of energy.

And he said, before I sell you the car, there's a couple of rules.

Two of them.

to be exact.

And I said, okay.

And he wouldn't let go of my hand.

And he said, rule number one, my mom was the original owner.

She passed it to me.

We don't refer to it as the car.

We don't refer to it as the Subaru.

We don't call it the Sub.

We don't call it his car, your car, anyone's car.

His name is Buster.

Still holding my hands.

To which I said,

offensive pronouns aside,

we will call it Buster, no problem.

And he said, one more thing.

Buster doesn't have a CD player.

There's no six CD changer.

The AM Frim radio doesn't work very well.

Buster only plays one tape.

And I looked at my son,

knowing that this could be a deal breaker for the guitar hero.

If you get in the car every time and Cindy Lauper comes on, not going to work.

And the guy said, I hope you like Led Zeppelin 4.

This was a deal.

I handed him $1,000 and we drove away with Buster and for four years my son drove from southeast Portland to Lincoln High School and it served us well.

He spent a couple of nights in the back of the car,

going to assume drunk,

probable deniability, you know.

It took him to the coast once, it took him to the base of Mount Hood more than once.

It was very reliable and it was kind of a family car for us.

We lent it to some friends.

We kind of got him attached to Buster.

So you can see why I was bummed a couple of weeks ago when I went to go unlock Buster and he was gone.

He wasn't where I left him last.

And my son, who's in New Zealand right now in school, I had to call and tell him that Buster was gone.

And it kind of felt like your family pet had run away like your dog had gone and you couldn't find him and you didn't know where he was

all things kind of happened we moved houses and it's been a month and on Friday this week the Portland police called me and said we found Buster

I was beyond excited that we had actually found Buster and I called ransom immediately and I was like yo buster is back this is so cool

and uh

yesterday

my phone rang three times for my number I didn't recognize.

And the guy on the other end of the phone said to me, you don't know me from anyone.

My name's Bob.

But

someone sold me your Subaru.

The title registration was in the car, and I paid $750 for it.

And he explained to me that he was a veteran on disability and that he worked all summer long so he wouldn't have to walk to work in the wintertime.

So

today,

at about six o'clock tonight, I met Bob at the station, at the tow station, and together we paid to get the car out of the lot and he took the car and he's 60 something years old and he shook my hand and when he did, there was a moment between the two of us.

And I looked at him and I kind of understood where he was coming from and he looked like he had seen some hard times, blue collar, like he had seen war.

And he looked me in the eyes, like men of a certain age would want to do.

And he said to me,

Thank you.

You will not understand how much this car means to me.

And I didn't let go of his hand.

Then I looked him right back in the eyes and I said,

We don't call it the car.

His name is Buster.

Thank you.

Scott Bravat is a high school cross-country coach in Portland, Oregon.

Scott tells us that he and his son Ransom bought another car shortly after and traveled all around New Zealand.

They've made a pact to wake up in a national park every January 1st.

To see photos of Scott and his son Ransom, visit themoth.org.

Our next story comes from Nimisha Ladva.

She told this at a Philadelphia Grand Slam.

Here's Nimisha live at the moth.

It's the end of New Professor Orientation, which I have been attending because of my new job.

And I'm leaving the building and it's pouring rain, which is a problem because I'm a transplant from California and I have no jacket, no umbrella, flimsy open-toe shoes.

And to get home, I have to wait for a bus.

And that's when I see him.

A man from New Professor Orientation.

He's got salt and pepper hair.

really ugly glasses and

a tweed jacket and I'm not making this up.

It has bona fide like elbow patches and it looks a bit weird to me and because of that he's like the one person I'm trying to avoid at orientation.

But of course he's like walking towards me and he introduces me himself.

Hi, I'm David and I couldn't help but overhear that you were going to take the bus home and I wanted you to know I've got my Buick.

right here on campus and I'd be happy to give you a ride home.

And of course I say no because who gets into a large American sedan with a stranger and and I say no because my good Indian girl programming has taken over because I know that I'm not supposed to be interacting with

men really because my parents are going to find a nice suitable boy for me to marry I'm supposed to have a sort of arranged marriage In California, my parents are handing out my bio data sheet and it has my name, my age, my height, how dark my skin is,

my education level, some background about my family and my photograph.

And

they're handing it out to families hoping that someone with a medical doctor son will show some interest.

But in Philadelphia it's still pouring rain.

So I make a practical choice.

I say hey actually a ride's okay.

So he gives me a ride home, whatever.

I see him at some faculty functions.

He invites me to go out with some friends of his from from out of town.

And then he actually asks me out.

And then we actually start dating and it's weird.

And

I kind of like it.

So I realize I have to tell my parents.

So like two years later I do.

And

my My dad takes it kind of well, but my mom, not really so much.

So her reaction comes every day three times a day on my voicemail kind of like this it's like hi this is nameshaw leave a message by

beep

beep

and so

one day

David hears one and he says Namisha you know

your mother is choosing to react this way.

Choosing?

What kind of stupid post-therapy white man thing is that to say?

I'm killing my mother with this with us.

Are you crazy?

And I start to stress out.

I mean, I'm...

I actually stopped being able to sleep.

My hair is starting to fall out.

I'm getting really stressed out.

I should have known this conversation was coming because David has sort of been into this idea of therapy and being being the best person he could be.

And, you know, we are having the kinds of conversations I never have, and I do like him.

I think he's like got emotional maturity.

He's like a man.

But I'm stressed out, right?

I am not sleeping.

I'm not really even eating very well.

And then in all of this drama, he asks me to marry him.

And I say no.

I give him back his ring.

I move back to California and there is a continent between us.

It's really awkward.

We talk on the phone from time to time.

There's this one random day he says he's going to be back in California and would I like to, would I like to go see a movie?

I'm like, whatever.

I say yes.

So we get to the movie theater and it's just like packed with people.

It's like totally packed with people.

So he says, why don't you wait at this bench and I will go over there and get the tickets.

And so David walks away and I don't sit at the bench.

I get up and I walk away.

And I'm thinking of my mother's voicemail messages.

I'm thinking of what the heck am I doing with my life and why did I say yes to this movie and what the heck?

And I find myself on a balcony and I look down at the theater crowd below and I can see David walking by.

He's got the two tickets in his hand and he looks like walking sunshine.

But I don't go back.

I just watch him.

He sees I'm not there at the bench and he starts pacing back and forth around it.

Then he starts taking slightly bigger steps and the movie starts and David doesn't leave and I realize that he keeps he's going to just keep looking and looking and searching and searching because the only person in that whole movie theater he is looking for is singularly and absolutely me I get it

but if I walk back I will fail at being a good Indian girl And what I want to do as I'm looking at him, I want to tell him that I've made some judgments about his appearance, about the things he can change, like his style if he wanted to,

and his skin color, which he can do nothing about.

And I just want to talk to him, and I realize that he makes the hard conversations easy.

So I walk back.

I walk back to David.

And full disclosure: we are 10 years, three kids, and one mortgage into our marriage.

Thanks very much.

Namesha Ladva says that now, instead of crying voicemails, her mother likes to send flat-rate boxes bursting with homemade goodies and things she scored on a sale.

They just got a Diwali box, homemade sweets for the kids, random t-shirts, biscuits from England, and always, always a t-shirt for David.

To see photos of Nimisha and her family, visit themoth.org.

In a moment, legendary TV producer Norman Lear tells us about a valued childhood sweater that is remembered over 50 years later, when the moth radio hour continues.

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I'm Jodi Powell.

We're listening to stories that throw you back in time.

I used to take long walks through the streets of Harlem before dinner with my godfather, Thomas Sutton.

And what should take a few minutes took much longer.

He would stop to watch the kids playing, admire the old brownstone that he knew since he was a boy.

He would live in every moment.

And if we ran into somebody from his past, our journey back home would come to a full stop.

The cause?

Back in the day.

Stories from yesteryear, the good old times.

And this is precisely where our next storyteller takes us.

Norman Lear is a legend, and the fictional stories he helped bring into our consciousness are still very much with us.

He told this story about a particular blue-and-white sweater at a moth main stage in Los Angeles, produced in partnership with the public radio station KCRW.

Here's Norman Lear, live at the moth.

When I I was a little kid, I wondered if

I could get my fingers in my father's head and twist a little screw a 16th of an inch in one direction or another, he might tell right from wrong.

Because

he never did.

I was nine years old.

And there was a,

it was summer, I was going to summer camp for the first time,

and I couldn't have been more excited.

There was a little roll of

tape cloth that said, Norman M.

Lear, Norman M.

Lear, Norman M.

Lear, that my mother was going to sew into

the

clothes I would be taking to camp.

And it just couldn't have been a more exciting moment.

Also, my father was

going off to Oklahoma.

He was flying to Oklahoma with some men that my mother said, I don't like those men, Herman.

I don't want you

messing with those men.

But Herman knew everything.

He used to tell me, I've been everywhere where the grass grows green, Norman, and I know everything.

Man actually said that.

And

he was off.

He was arrested when he came back.

It turned out he had been trying to sell, or they had,

these men my mother didn't care for, had caused him to

try to sell some fake bonds

from a Boston brokerage company.

And he was arrested when he got off the plane.

That night,

or the next night,

the morning paper

had a picture of my father holding a hat in front of his face, manacled to a detective coming out of the courthouse.

And the paper was lying around that night, all over the place.

And my mother had a house full of people

because

she had decided she couldn't live in Chelsea.

This was Chelsea, Massachusetts.

She couldn't live there in that kind of shame.

So she was leaving.

As it turned out, I didn't know that she was going to take my sister.

I had one three years younger sister.

She was going to take my sister and kind of disappear.

And I was going to go to an uncle and another uncle and another uncle and wind up with, eventually, with my grandparents in New Haven, Connecticut.

And

it was

an awful scene.

The place was, the house was crowded.

My mother was selling the furniture.

And especially

when she started to sell

my father's red leather chair.

My father had a red leather chair that he used to control the Atwater Kent radio.

It was why we needed a floor model radio, I'll never know.

But we had a floor model radio, and he used to sit in his red leather chair and control that dial when we listened to Jack Benny and Fred Allen and all the radio shows at the time.

This, of course, was before television.

And

as my mother was selling this red leather chair,

the guy who seemed to be purchasing it put his hand on my shoulder and said, well, you're the man of the house now.

And I think that was the moment that

I learned the foolishness of the human condition.

This asshole

is looking at a nine-year-old kid,

under these circumstances, puts his hand on his shoulder and says, Well, you're the man of the house now.

I know that that was the moment I began to absorb the foolishness of the human condition.

It never left me.

I saw it when I went to this uncle and that uncle, and

they had no understanding at all of

what I was going through.

And

what I was going through was a piece of what I've used all my life

in my work, that aloneness.

I believe we are all alone in this world.

Whatever our situations are, whatever our families do, we are still, each of us, alone in the world.

And that served me well

in the writing of everything I did from that point on.

Along the way, before All in the Family,

I made a film in Greenfield, Iowa, called Cold Turkey.

It was about a city that was committed where

the minister

got the city to agree all of the smokers to stop smoking for 30 days.

So they all took a pledge to stop smoking for 30 days.

And the film was about what the media around the country made of a town that said they were going to give up smoking.

It was, I couldn't be more proud of anything I've ever done than that film, which had a lot to say about media and America.

And

in the course of the film, I had a little girl

in a montage

where she was perhaps on the screen for three seconds.

She was crossing the street and a mother

traffic monitor was screaming at her.

And it was an illustration of bad behavior of the city of all the smokers who had given up smoking the morning following their pledge.

And

the little girl's name was Amy.

And

she was on the screen for two and a half, three seconds.

25 years later,

the town of Greenfield, Iowa, invited me to come back with as many of the players as I could bring.

They wanted to celebrate the 25th anniversary of cold turkey in Greenfield, Iowa.

Dick Van Dyke starred in the film.

He came back with me.

Pippa Scott came back with me.

Tom Poston, for those who remember Tom Poston, Bob Newhart was in the film.

And Edith Bunker, Jean Stapleton was in the film.

As I said before, all in the family.

They all came back, and we had the most incredible weekend in Greenfield, Iowa.

I knew that those people would be telling time

by the year that the summer the film was made there.

Oh, Gerth, she got married in...

No, no, that was two years before Greenfield.

No, no, that was before Cold Turkey.

When Cold Turkey, she had already...

And indeed, that's the way it was in that community.

And we had a whale of a time.

And in the course of that, the little girl that was on the screen, her name was Amy,

for about three seconds,

got a hold of me and threw her arms around me and told me that

my decision to use her in that little role

was just the most important thing in her life.

And she spent a couple of minutes talking to me about how important that was to her.

And I appreciated it as much as I could and hugged her and we kissed.

And now take a long dissolve.

I've done all in the family and

all the shows,

the Jeffersons and Good Times, all the shows that followed from there.

And it's a great many years later.

And I've written a book.

This was just last year.

Even this I get to experience, which is true of this moment for me.

Even this with all of you, I get to experience.

Took me 93 years to get here to this moment.

But in the course of running around the country talking about the book, I get a call.

Greenfield, Iowa would like me to come back.

They want to celebrate.

And

I agreed to go back there because I'm selling the book.

I'm thrilled to be going back to Iowa.

Nobody else was available to go back with me.

Most,

a lot of them had passed on.

And I went back alone.

And it was a great evening.

And the governor introduced me.

And there must have been 300 people at dinner in this big ballroom.

And they had named the theater, the Marquis,

next door to the ballroom

was the Norman Lear Theater.

And

the moment of moments was Amy, who was now 51,

threw her arms around me and said, you know, Mr.

Lear,

I was 31, 20 years ago when you came back to Greenfield.

And I told you what that meant to me.

And you were very nice about it.

We hugged and you kissed me.

And she said, but you didn't get it.

And you're going to get it now.

I couldn't imagine where the hell she was going with this.

She said, I read your book.

She said, when you were in your 10th summer,

you were in Woodstock, Connecticut.

Your father was in prison.

Your mother and your sister had disappeared.

And you were in the only cottage the whole family, all the relatives could afford.

and it was crowded with families and kids.

But you were all together alone and nobody understood the pain you were in.

And

you couldn't describe the pain in your book.

It was so

strong.

She said, but you had a gray and blue sweatshirt.

And you used to put that on in the late afternoon.

And in that sweatshirt, you felt stronger and taller and tougher and wiser, smarter.

And you used to walk down Savin Rock to a place called Sloppy Joe's.

And

among strangers at Sloppy Joe's in your gray and blue sweatshirt, you were

more comfortable, more at home, more yourself.

You felt better than you did with your family back

in the cottage.

She said, well, you wear my blue and gray sweatshirt.

And I wept.

And she wept.

And when I

walked away from Amy, now,

as I said, 51,

I walked away feeling like I was still wearing my blue and gray sweatshirt.

Thank you.

Norman Lear was a celebrated American television writer and producer of sitcoms, including All in the Family, Sanford and Son, One Day at a Time, The Jeffersons, and Good Times.

As a political activist, he founded the advocacy organization People for the American Way.

In 1999, President Clinton bestowed him with the National Medal of Arts, noting, Norman Lear has held up a mirror to the American society and changed the way we look at it.

He also received the Kennedy Center Honor for Lifetime Artistic Achievement, and his memoir, Even This I Get to Experience, is available now.

Sadly, Norman passed away in 2023.

At the time when we reached out for this episode, Norman said, I am grateful to say that the stars of my life have aligned every day of my 99 years.

Our next story comes to us from an Atlanta Grand Slam where we partner with Georgia Public Radio.

Here's Dylan Killian live at the moth.

Cola, it's now or never, is what I thought.

As I sat near the exit door of the model train that had just pulled into Art Center Station.

Either switch cabs now or continue to listen to this asinine debate all the way to Fort McPherson.

Now

when I first walked into this dispute 10 minutes prior at Lindbergh Station, I wasn't surprised.

Those of us who frequent the martyr know after 10 p.m.

is when the more extroverted members of the Atlanta community ride the train.

It's when you can hear the latest street news from young drug dealers heading to their traps, loud indecipherable soliloquies from the mentally disturbed, baby mamas giving relationship advice ass backwards, and random one-man rap karaoke performances for marijuana-inspired individuals.

So I wasn't a surprise when I got on the southbound train to run Smack Dead into a passionate debate.

Nor was I shocked when I was immediately called upon by one of the participants to help strengthen his argument.

He said, yo, God, you in the 80s, baby?

I said, yeah.

He said, yo, tell this cat that the late 80s, 80s, the golden age of hip-hop, was the greatest era to be alive.

I had walked into a three-sided debate on the greatest era to exist within.

Before I could respond and tell him that it was all relative to the individual, the second debater spoke.

He said, yo, dawg, don't listen to him, man.

His whole argument is weak.

It's biased because he's stuck in the 80s.

Now, when the second debater said this, I turned back to Lance to corroborate what was put forth.

I knew his name was Lance because that's what the big 80s 14 karat gold name plate

spelled across his chest.

Complementing the name plate was a Kango bucket hat, gazelle glasses, a terracloth Adidas sweatsuit, and a vintage pair of 1986 run DMC Adidas.

Hence, one of the standard uniforms of somebody stuck in the 80s.

Then Lance corrected the second debater, saying that he wasn't stuck in the 80s.

He just liked paying homage because that was his era.

That's when the third debater spoke.

She said, and as I said before, your era ain't got nothing on the 70s.

Then Lance, being the chronologist that he was, asked her, which era in the 70s?

That was three.

The Black Sportation era, the disco age, and the post-disco age.

She had to be more specific.

She said, whenever the movie Cleopatra Jones came out,

People said I looked just like her.

Then she stood to her feet, put her hands on her hips, and arched up her chin as if she was about to sachet across the stage.

I thought, oh my God.

Because what I perceived was a red church turban was an authentic Indian turban, complemented with some leather wrist bangles and a low-cut chiffon blouse with the balloon sleeves.

Thus, one of the preferred outfits of a Shero in a black sportation movie.

As I sat there observing her posturing in silence, the second debater Malik blurted out what I was thinking.

This chick stuck in the 70s.

I knew that Malik's name was Malik because Malik started talking in the third person to help strengthen his argument

while negating the other two.

He said, you see, Malik don't look bike, man.

Malik are always in the present.

Because tomorrow never comes while she's stuck in a damn movie and he's somewhere between 86 and 88.

Now scrutinizing Malik, I realized that Malik was more of a tragic comedy than the other two, because Malik had to be in his upper 50s, but his clothes were not.

Malik had some Kanye West Yeezys on his feet, some tight skinny jeans that hung down below his Gucci boxer cup of rump,

a tight muscle shirt that magnified his tattered arms and middle-aged gut, and some red-dyed dreadlocks with the blonde tips that were topped with an extremely receded hairline.

While Lance and Cleopatra were stuck in arrows, Malik was trapped in a time capsule that was more brutal.

The forever-changing merry-go-round of trendy hip culture, where tomorrow never comes.

So there I sat at Art Center Station, 10 minutes removed from my entrance, thinking cola, it's now or never.

Either switch cabs now or continue to be entertained by three-time relics who were scared to face tomorrow.

Which to me was dumbfounding.

Coming of age in the ghettos of the gory 80s amid daily drug wars and crack monsters all I ever had to look forward to was the concept of tomorrow but then I thought

facing tomorrow is probably the event that compelled them to lock themselves away in an era of their greatest comfort because the face of tomorrow was too harsh Or even worse, the tomorrow that they were looking for never came.

Weighing that notion, as Lance began to explain to the entire cab while Rundy MC was a more influential music group than the Shilites,

I chose now,

not the now as the next cab over, but the now of Lance, Cleopatra, and Malik, an eclectic time capsule of the absurd, where tomorrow never comes.

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You're listening to the Moth Radio Hour.

I'm Jodi Powell.

In this hour, we've been listening to stories about things and moments we preserve.

Our final storyteller, Hannah Morris, told this at the Moth Main Stage in New York City, where we partnered with the World Science Festival.

Here's Hannah, live at the Moth.

Now, I am the daughter of a geologist, and what this means is that I grew up on bedtime stories of peak oil and environmental catastrophe.

Now, we also did some fun stuff when I was a kid, like collecting fossils, but a running theme throughout my childhood was sitting outside with my dad and talking about big oil and pollution and global warming.

Yes, I was that kid.

Really, I can't remember a time when I didn't know what these things were.

Now as I got older, I found that I wasn't scared of the dark anymore, but I had this knowledge about climate change, just a little bit of knowledge, and it became this big monster that lived underneath my bed.

And I had a very particular response to it.

I call it worrying out of the corner of your eye.

And it's this mixture of fear and anxiety that is so strong that you're compelled to worry about this thing.

But at the same time, it's so scary that you can barely stand to really look at it.

Now one night when I was about 16, I was outside on my parents' porch and I just finished a paper about global warming for a science class.

I'd wanted to learn more about this topic and just kind of peek underneath the covers.

So I'd read about chlorofluorocarbons and the greenhouse effect.

And I'm sitting outside and there's this warm breeze coming down off the mountain.

And I can hear frogs and crickets and the creek rushing by.

and I suddenly have this intense moment of fear that one day there will be no more beautiful nights like this.

Now at this time I had no idea how to handle that type of emotion and the only thing I could think to do was to ignore it and try and distract myself from it.

Now at 16 this was not incredibly difficult and a few months later I was tagging along on my dad's geology class to Wyoming.

We got to spend a day out on a dinosaur dig

and we were out in the middle of nowhere.

We were on the side of this hill.

And we were picking away at these little pieces of bone and squirting them with the solution to harden them.

And I just get lost in this.

I'm loving every single second of it.

Now as the day is ending, the students are tired and hungry and they're making their way back to the vans and they're going to leave me.

And I decide that I'm just going to keep working.

And I took my dad coming over to me and physically placing his hands on me to drag me away from this site.

Now a little while later, I was in college and I took an anthropology course and one day the professor starts talking about archaeology.

And as he's describing what archaeologists actually do, which is nothing like Indiana Jones for the record, I have to say that,

I realize that it's pretty much just what I was doing in Wyoming except instead of dinosaurs I would get to dig up people.

And it's very apparent to me that people are much more interesting than dinosaurs.

So in the span of about five or ten minutes, I just decide that I'm going to become an archaeologist and spend the rest of my life playing in the dirt.

Now one of my first jobs was actually working for the American Museum of Natural History on St.

Catharines Island, Georgia, which is a barrier island off the coast of Georgia.

Now I never knew that you can fall in love with a place the exact same way that you can fall in love with a person.

The first time that I arrived on the island, it was late summer, the time of year when the gnats are trying to eat you alive and it's been way too hot for way too long.

When I stepped off that boat onto the island, it felt like I was stepping into the world as I always hoped it would be.

There were these huge live oak trees with these long, graceful limbs that were covered in Spanish moss and resurrection ferns.

By that time of year, this plant called dogfennel is blooming and it has this nice light green earthy scent.

And then of course there's the sunsets and the marsh and this beautiful language that they have to describe the different kinds of tides.

A neap tide, ebb tide, my favorite, a sparrow tide.

So before I knew it in this kind of quick and breathless way, I was just in love with this place.

Now St.

Catharines is not just a beautiful island, but it's a place where amazing research happens.

There are people who work on everything from sea turtles to birds to geology and of course archaeology.

The island has been occupied by people for about 4,000 years and one of the most interesting sites is a 16th century Spanish mission.

Over the course of the history of this mission there was a rebellion and it was destroyed and then rebuilt and eventually 432 people would be buried in the floor of this church.

Now I worked on archaeological sites on St.

Catharines for a couple of years and then I took a break to do my masters.

When I came back to the island in 2012, there was something different.

Suddenly it seemed like the words climate change and global warming were coming out of everyone's mouth.

Everywhere you went on the island, you could see evidence of these forces, and every year you could see more and more.

One day I went down to the very southern tip of the island, to a place called Jungle Beach.

And as I came around the last corner, I had to stop my truck because I was literally about to drive into the ocean.

And I got out to watch the waves wash up into what had been the road, and I felt that same sense of fear that I'd I'd felt at 16 out on my parents porch except this time it was very real.

I could see this one spot where I'd camped underneath these two palm trees and that was now underwater and those palm trees were gone.

So the island as a whole is experiencing these somewhat traumatic effects and this is impacting the archaeological sites as well.

When I came back we had a new protocol in place.

We call it archaeological triage.

Basically that means we work on the most vulnerable and important sites before they're destroyed.

And in fact the 16th century Spanish mission, the Mission Santa Catalina de Walle, is exactly this type of site.

It's located on the western edge of the island and there's this tidal creek that runs along the bluff and every single day, with every tide, this creek inches closer and closer to this church where 432 people are buried.

So a few times a year we go down to excavate and document this area.

Now, we've learned that because you can't stop the tides, you have to work harder and work longer to try and outrun them.

One night last September, I found myself knee-deep in water, covered in sand, holding a floodlight.

And we were working into the night because we didn't know what would be left of this site in the morning when the tide went out.

Like any research project, we only have so much time and money.

And we had been counting down not the days we had left on this dig, but the tides.

We have three tides left.

We have two tides left.

And this night we had no tides left.

This was it.

The monster was in the water with me that night.

It was coming in with this tide and swimming around my feet.

And it was telling me exactly what the consequences of climate change would be.

Now I rode home that night on a cooler in the back of the truck, and I was tired, and I was scared and I was very sad.

And I knew that I had done things in my life that had directly contributed to what was happening to this island and what was happening around the world.

I mean I was riding home from sight in the back of a gasoline-powered pickup truck and that irony is not lost on me.

But we came through this one area where the dog thinnel grows really high on either side of the road and I could see this mist rising up from the ground and there was moonlight and starlight coming down through the trees.

And I felt all of those emotions kind of settle within me just looking at the beauty of this place.

And I realized that I could survive all of that, that I could survive this fear.

Ignoring it had once felt like the only way that I could be in the world and love the world.

But I'm no longer a child and that's no longer possible.

Now the erosion on the island will continue and it will probably get worse.

Today the erosion is threatening the 16th century Spanish mission, but in the future it could threaten the houses that we live in when we go down to work on the island.

For me personally, this means that I'll continue to go down every chance I get to try and save this site and to try and really understand this monster that we've created.

It means that I'll probably be going back to graduate school, which is something that I never thought I would say.

Talk about monsters.

And it means I'll be getting to know this monster very intimately and probably wrestling with it for the rest of my life.

Thank you.

Hannah Morris is an archaeologist and a singer in storms from North Georgia.

Hanna intends to move down to one of those islands where she won't be able to turn away or separate herself from the effects of climate change and sea level rise.

Hannah says she's sure it will be the most difficult thing she's ever done.

In the same way, you'd want to spend time with a loved one who is dying.

That's how she feels about these forests and islands.

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And that's it for this episode of the Moth Radio Hour.

Thank you for joining in stories of people, places, and things cherished.

How are you passing time?

Is life making stories for you?

What's your back-in-the-day tale?

Until again, we hope you'll join us next time.

This episode of the Moth Radio Hour was produced by me, Jay Allison, Katherine Burns, and Jodi Powell, who also hosted and directed stories in this hour along with Sarah Austin Janesse and Meg Bowles.

Co-producer is Vicki Merrick, associate producer Emily Couch.

Additional Grand Slam coaching by Chloe Salmon.

The rest of the Moth leadership team includes Sarah Haberman, Jennifer Hickson, Kate Tellers, Jennifer Birmingham, Marina Cluche, Suzanne Rust, Brandon Grant, Inga Gladowski, Sarah Jane Johnson, and Aldi Caza.

Special thanks to Liana Schwartz on Norman Lear's team.

Moth stories are true as remembered and affirmed by the storytellers.

Our theme music is by the drift, other music in this hour from Stellwagon Symphonet, Rat-Tat-Tat, Bill Frizzell, Dee Dee Horns, and Philip Glass and Third Coast Percussion.

We receive funding from the National Endowment for the Arts.

The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts.

Special thanks to our friends at Odyssey, including executive producer Leah Rhys-Dennis.

You can find us on social media, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, at TheMoth.

For more about our podcast, for information on pitching us, your own story, and and everything else, go to our website, themoth.org.

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