I was about six. It was cool and damp, like it is today. I was standing in a drafty, dilapidated shed with my grandmother. She closed the door behind us. The only light was from the sun shinning between the slats. She was wearing a homemade cotton dress, eating a raw turnip, smoking a cigarette and pitching a whispered fit about my grandfather, calling him all sorts of names. ‘Ole-man’ was one of her favorites. She had a way of spitting it out with a hiss, making it a BIG dirty word. At 6, I must have felt special, being confided in by an adult, a secret conspiracy against my grandfather. Now, I wonder, what the hell was she thinking~
6 comments:
Yea, exactly, what WAS she thinking? There is some reality that should not be shared with little kids....or did you mean the turnip? I mean, c'mon, who eats a raw turnip while smoking a cigarette? There are some childhood memories I have, that, when I put words to them and say them aloud, sound, well, kinda dysfunctional....
People eating a turnip and smoking a cigarette sounds pretty normal to my childhood memories.....along with putting salt on watermellon slices and saving bacon grease for cooking. And listening to my grandparents say crazy-ass things........
boan - two questions...is that a real picture of your grandparents...and how often did she wear that crown?
oh, p-lou, so sorry! While sipping my next glass of wine last night, i read your name as Pavlo.......so nothing against your MOM. I thought Duz was once again ragging on me.
vic, that is a pic of my grandparents. It does look like a tiara. I think it may be head gear associated with 'Eastern Star' a club she belonged to. She took me to a meeting once, it was godawful, back before AC.
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