I spent a few hours this morning with Linda Hollingsworth and Debbie Smith, both daughters of Eunice Clevenger, who was killed in the Richmond explosion. At the time of the explosion, Linda was 19, married and living in Muncie; Debbie was 11, at the State Theater that afternoon with her sister and two brothers. Linda and Debbie talked about what they remembered from that day, and the days that followed. They also talked about their mom, and what they remembered of her.
As I heard about Eunice Clevenger this morning, I could see her: coal black hair, Debbie said. Linda nodded. Yes, and red lipstick and red fingernail polish. And she was a wonderful cook, they both said. Meatloaf (with a special ingredient, to be revealed in the book…), chicken and dumplings, and mayonnaise cake — her specialties. She loved to laugh, to play bingo (and she always won), and every Saturday, without fail, she went to Virginia’s Beauty Shop to have her hair done, always by Virginia herself. Debbie and Linda talked about their memories of their mother with love and with sadness.
“I can’t believe it’s almost forty years,” Linda said.
As I listened, I remembered a friend’s words about the work we are doing on the explosion — making a documentary film, writing a book. My friend said, of these efforts, “You’re building a memory.” I think so. That is why we are doing both projects — film and book — now. While the memories are still here, while we can capture them on film and in words, we will build a memory, detailed, and lasting. It will be, I hope, a memorial to all of those who were taken, for all those who remain.
Great thanks to Linda and Debbie for your time this morning.
JH