The Archive in my Mother’s Kitchen and Other Poems

by 
Victoria Bailey

 

The archive in my mother’s kitchen

She poured it out

on the kitchen table

in the house she owns

‘with such lovely views of the hills.’

It was evening,

she was tipsy

but the table

was rock solid.

We sat either end of it,

sharing, comparing.

I’d been in the archive the day before

‘completing academic research.’

She’d been in there that afternoon

‘doing the family tree.’

She was upset.

She’d been waiting for me –

to tell me.

She said, ‘I found out

she was in and out the workhouse

with her children.

She had a baby

and it died.

Her mother signed her out

but she ended up in there,

again and again.’

She paused, frowned.

‘He must’ve been trying

to get them on their feet

and having a hard time of it.’

I questioned her speculation.

I questioned her findings.

I questioned her.

Our feelings spilled over.

‘I thought we came from something good,’

she said, between sobs.

I watched my mother cry,

then said, ‘We do.

Your mum spent a lifetime

not telling you.

Making sure you had enough

and you always have.

There’s a reason

she didn’t want you to know.’

My mother had stayed

longer than planned in the archives.

Sitting at a wobbly,

plastic-topped table,

choking on history.

Looking at long-ago lists

while staff chatted in a corner.

Seeking the personal

in the impersonal,

alone.

I wished that I’d been there

for her.

So I said, ‘Enough.

Don’t go anymore.

How much more do you need to see?

Let me look after it for you.’

She agreed,

but I didn’t really believe her

because I then wanted to reclaim

their names, our names,

written in another’s hand,

in books we don’t own.

As I finished cleaning up the archive’s mess

I wondered

if my children would one day sit at an unstable table

in a venerated storage room

reading words I’ve kept hidden.

I hoped not,

and poured myself a glass of wine

and followed my mother into her living room

‘with the lovely views of the high street.’

Archival Antonym

In Archive Fever Jacques Derrida (1996) suggests we consider the etymology and meaning of the word ‘archive.’ Perhaps a more suitable term might be ‘captive,’ for all that appears, “… in this place” or in these places is not necessarily given willingly (1996, 1). Nor might contents reflect equity, diversity, and inclusivity. Exclusionary choices regarding artifacts and access are political and power-loaded. Access to most, if not all, collections is determined on an archive-specific basis. We need other words, other terms, other expressions that denote and connote our growing understanding, or attempts to do so, of the people and spaces storing and guarding physical remains of a shared past.

Control, power and

margins linger on dusty

shelves, blow them away.

Archival Angst

In speaking of the symptoms of Archive Fever, Carolyn Steedman describes how, “What keeps you awake … is actually the archive, and its myriads of the dead, who all day long, have pressed their concerns upon you. You think: these people have left me the lot…” (2001, 17). Steedman goes onto state, “You think: I could get to hate these people; and then: I can never do these people justice; and finally: I shall never get it done” (2001, 18).

Share the imbalanced

imperfect weight of imposed

past, let’s get it done.

Archival Aims

In a podcast interview in which she discusses her archival research, Saidiya Hartman explains, “… I’m also making use of the archive as a way of kind of making stuff with the materials that I find there, so it’s not simply just a critique but it’s like, ‘Oh, how do I use these materials to make different kind of statements or rearrange them …’” (Hartman, 14:09).

Please let my archive

finds inspire work addressing

exposed injustice.

Archival Trauma

In “A trauma-informed approach to managing archives: a new online course,” Nicola Laurent and Kirsten Wright claim that archives are, “… sites of particular trauma and affect,” and go on to describe how this can manifest: “Trauma can take many forms: people who are trauma survivors using the archives; people having a trauma reaction when reading the records held in archives; and staff being affected by the people or materials they work with (vicarious trauma)” (2020, 80).

So much danger in

such secure spaces, we need

to protect ourselves.

References

Derrida, Jacques. 1996. Archive Fever: A Freudian Impression. Translated by Eric Prenowitz. Chicago: The University of Chicago Press.

Hartman, Saidiya. (n.d.). “Interview with Adrienne Brown and Adom Getachew.” The Critical Inquiry Podcast, Episode 4, WB202 podcast. Podcast audio. https://criticalinquiry.uchicago.edu/episode_4_saidiya_hartman.

Laurent, Nicola and Kirsten Wright. 2020. “A Trauma-Informed Approach to Managing Archives: A New Online Course.” Archives and Manuscripts, Vol. 48, No. 1: 80-87. doi: 10.1080/01576895.2019.1705170

Steedman, Carolyn. 2001. Dust. Manchester: Manchester University Press.


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