Today begins a month's worth of blog posts on the topic of memories.
This blog challenge will have me writing on all the odd numbered days in October.
This first week we focus on childhood memories.
Malted Milk Bars
Taking me by the hand
Frank Bower leads me to the kitchen.
We walk past pictures in black wood frames
high above me
careful to avoid white shiny
breakable things with gold edges
perched on flowery crocheted doilies
an endless expanse of
end tables lies ahead
We pass through
lemon Pledge furniture polish scented air
on our way to the
giant white refridgerator
with its heavy rounded corners
is like a low lustre photograph
Frank's old worn hand
pulls the long silver bar toward him
and it opens slowly,
the blast of cool air wakes me
snuggled side by side on a plastic ledge
waiting for my visit
all the energy I need to make it through
this Sunday visit with my grandfather's friend.