Tag: childhood memories
Run Gran Run
I was too far into my memories to detect the emptiness of the wooden house; the silence that fell to the pigeons perched on the branches of the mango tree outside. The rocking chair, with its comforting creaks, grew quiet behind me, and the warm sensation that permeated my body and relaxed my soul vanished ...The Tale Of Thecla St. John
Each breath ignited a fire in my lungs. Still, I remained in place as my hand traced the aged closet that displayed my grandmother’s bold, African print frocks a year after her death. I don’t know why I chose this dreary, overcast day to store her away. It added to the weighty silence in the ...Fun Has No Age Limits
Some of my fondest memories at my grandparents’ home centered on the same Disney Sing Along VHS tape. The blue owl would dash down the branch into the tiny tree house school and invite me to sing all of my favorite songs. My only childhood exposure to Disney was through this video, which featured the ...Caught in the Middle
Animosity strikes like lightningas childhood memories flash like an old flickering filmA stark reminder, burdened by towering expectationsWhich lay heavy upon small shoulders Middle child syndromea doll without a voice Tiptoeing through minefieldsof emotional mortars Where the wrong look or wordSets off a fiery explosion Yet the scars and traumaRemain hidden from sight A generational ...A Thanksgiving Day Story
November was sunny, yet chilly. The unmistakable scent of Thanksgiving wafted through Aunt Vickie’s home. As soon as one walked through the door, the fresh scent of welcome and hospitality met you. A few things had changed over the years, and yet they held an air of unfamiliarity since this was the first Thanksgiving done ...Halloween Night 1990: A Memory
In 1990, Halloween’s enchanting spell Cast its magic over our Southern communityLike a sweet-smelling mist that fills the air, and makes your heart beat fast with pure delight. My sister dresses as a black cat, no surprise,While I take on the role of Madonna, The Material Girl, herself My golden hair in waves, lacy black gloves in placeI ...Colorful Marbles and Holy Water
Tulsi Bhua (aunt) is beside herself. She cannot find her Gangajali (a receptacle for holy water). Mummy is helping her search; it cannot just disappear. It is not a tiny thing that can fall through cracks. It is heavy, silvery, and shining, with a latched lid. And it holds the holy water from the river ...Hobo Willie, Part 7 – Afterword
I base my little tale on the actual life events of my grandfather, Wilburn Elliott. The Elliott characters in the story are all real, and I used their real names. However, the other men who appear in this tale are all fictional people I created to fill in the gaps in the story. You see, ...
