A Time Capsule for 2020

Jenny Harrington
3 min readAug 1, 2020
Call the Rosario Strait curtain for nature’s theatrical scenery on this stage. Canada is on the canvas of the backdrop

What would you put in your time capsule for the pandemic?

A time capsule for 2020 starts with a face mask. N95, surgical, cloth, bandana…

Bandanas always remind me of a skit from summer camp. Clustered by cabins, we sit with our group on the grassy knoll rather than the splintery and hard benches which make ten minutes feel like forever. On skit night, counselors and brave campers take to the wooden-planks on the stage of the amphitheater. The backdrop is a curtain of velvety deep blue sea. Camp is rich in skit tradition and this skit is a tried-and-true favorite; invariably, it gets performed every year. It starts when a counselor, wearing khaki shorts, hammers onstage with thick-soled, lace-up hiking boots, then stumbles and pretends to be a sweaty, over-heated, hiker. The couselor, while doubled-over and heaving, asks in their best out-of-breath voice to be handed a moistened bandana. They clearly need to cool down with a refreshing towelette. The goofy, sidekick companion bungles up from behind, but they hear ‘banana’ instead. The pal is confused and makes kooky hand gestors and expessions and tries to get clarification from the exhausted hiking partner, but is told, in an exhasperated, lispy voice, to hand over a “BANANA!” Dutifully, the buddy pulls a banana out from the backpack. They flatten and moisten it using the last of the water from their bottle. The worn out and unwitting first counselor reaches a hand back, takes hold of the offering and smashes a peeled, soft, wet banana into their face.

Audience erupts in laughter.

We are not laughing. Summer camp’s been cancelled.

Everyone is fretting for school for the fall. What will we do? What will our children do? What is in store for the future?

What is in store for the future?

I see in the future another summer camp skit. One where curious counselors are sitting cross-legged on the same saltwatered and sun weathered planks of the open air stage in front of crowds of wild haired, wide-eyed kids. They are opening a time capsule. Twisting and turning the cap, what will they find? They tilt their heads to the sides and press their…

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Jenny Harrington

Author, researcher, mother living on an island near Seattle. Now, notably, an international bunny smuggler. Find her struggles and snuggles at www.teamewan.com