A Psychogeography of Where I Grew Up
(how forms and shapes have formed and shaped me)
By Ursula Troche
This is an account in (inter/cultural) translation and transposition. I've been inspired to write this because I realised that, just like the personal is political, the personal is geographical too! So there's a nice kind of methodology in there, which is why psychogeography is so relevant!
Self- disclosure: Loehne – this is the place where I grew up, a place in the contradictory location of being both in the east and in the west. Not near the border with East Germany (or vice versa), but East-West-phalia. This is what it's actually called: 'Ostwestfalen'. It's abbreviated as 'OWL' – and so it acquires a translated position as the land of the Owl!
Loehne, within it, is a town, not big, a town only just. Its main feature is once again an east-west connection, and this time of the bigger kind: it is situated on the east-west train-line that ran from Paris, or London via ferry, all the way to Moscow. Or vice versa I should say, because the train carriages that were used were original Soviet trains! Uniquely and exceptionally despite the Cold War and the Iron Curtain and the Berlin Wall, this train ran – everyday! Who could have been on it though? I was, sadly, too young to know. Besides this kind of wondrous line, little and absolutely unassuming Loehne lies on one of the main north-south links as well, so it's been a big junction, with a massive train-depot that went with it. In hindsight, it looks like I grew up on a kind of magic crossing, like the meeting of ley-lines or so.
Small town big trains! There are lots of other towns in the area, but all of them small. So it's an urban-rural mix, and this is reflected in terms of labour history as well: it's got traditionally, in quite equal parts, workers and farmers.
Here the terms show their inadequacy too: as if farmers don't do work! But if we think of workers as factory workers, i.e. those in a contracted situation rather than working for themselves, then Loehne is one of those places where workers and farmers meet. It's not a farming community and not an entirely industrial community, it is both! There have only been some mines in the area too, though many more mines are to be found a bit further down from here. Basically the next big town to Loehne is Herford, the next city next to that is Bielefeld, and behind Bielefeld you have a rural area in the north, and the 'mine field' in the south: Dortmund, Bochum, Essen, and all the very big mining towns are to be found here: all the mine-biggies! I remember very well, whilst being at school, hearing when mine after mine was shut down just next door to me, and I was really surprised about why this was happening. There was no miner's strike here big enough to make headlines, but there was obviously frustration and activism here too: the zeitgeist was the same, and the danger of an edge of an age reached. This topic is so big, and has such strong echo with northern England, that I've set aside a project for this – to come!
Mother, Father, Child – in the landscape
The geography of the area is: it's a big and wobbly hilly valley tucked inside two strings of bigger hills, which are the last before the land becomes flatland, from where it eventually meets the sea. The hill-string in the south has a romanicised (-romanticised!) name (Teutoburg hills), the one in the north has a germanic name (Wiehen hills). The roman hill-string would be my dad: he, the one from far, mixed, cosmopolitan, once sephardic , and my mum the germanic hill-string: the parochial, local one – though in reality she was not quite local to the area. I was situated between my parental hills, so I was in the valley. My older brother would have been on top of the valley, I at the bottom. I was closest to the river then, I liked fluidity, I wanted to flow - but on the other hand the river could flood me over, so my position was unsafe too!
There was once a battle at the roman hills, between the Romans and the Germans, a battle which may have been reverberated symbolically in the sort of anti-marriage of my parents, who never got on. In transposed Freudian terms one might say that my mother and father were battling between being 'ego' and 'superego' whilst I was the little 'id'.
I, the id from the valley, trying to rise and grow, either by acquiring 'ego' or superego' aspects for myself, or by become an id-entity, by acquiring an identity! My personal landscape ('psycho-geography?') then, needs its own hills too.
Hometown?!
I've avoided calling it a hometown, because it hasn't been for a long time, though it is assumed to be this on many occasions. The term 'hometown' sounds too static for me, as if the concept of 'home' cannot move! I have not lived there as an adult, and so the attachment to place has not undergone the 'independent movement' that adulthood offers. Independent movement is key to grow into a town, and even if you have grown up somewhere, you might not necessarily grow into it (whilst growing up!), in this sense. I wonder what has impacted me most about Loehne: maybe the combination of railways and mines: my way to school led via a path which was a long-disused train-line that once carried workers to and from a mine up the road (or up the train, into the hills), where iron-ore was once mined.
I have become a miner perhaps in the psychological sense: I am mining my subconscious, there is so much 'raw' material inside, which can be used for the production of thought!
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