Lying in bed this morning (a futon in Erica's old play room--all her dolls are still on shelves, including three my little ponies, soft, thick plastic, smooth but not shiny smooth, sweet and soft smelling with flowing, wavy pink and blue hair) feeling my bruises from last night's awesome improv jam, i started thinking about these memories I have from being at the home of my great grandparents, Banks and Grandmere, when I was young, probably from when I was 5, 6, 7 years old? Banks made applesauce with lots of cinnamon and big chunks of apples that he canned in glass jars with that opaque latticy pattern and put them under the bed. I was looking for them. I was the one who opened some of the mysteriously old jars of fruit in our pantry in Bytom--a jar of pears that ended up staying in the refrigerator for a few months because I got creeped out after I tried one pear by Tika's and Erica's distrust and dire warnings. Sitting with my cousins on these twin size foam pads covered in rough brown fabric (these were ubiquitous throughout my childhood) watching the Sound of Music, surprised that I was so interested in a movie where everything was green and white and blue, set in some unfamilar mountain place. A trash can filled to the brim with roasted peanuts inthe shell for the squirrels. Tupperware that was divided into triangular compartments, each compartment with a different snackfood--saltines, dried apricots, i don't remember what else. entemann's "snails" (cinnamon rolls) in the morning. the fireplace in the center of the living room, shaped like a huge onion bulb, dusty black with a glass door that you could see the vague red shape of fire through. surrounded by a stone seat with slabs of dark grey slate (maybe?) on top. a big rock sitting on the slate with a single jutting cut quartz crystal.
posted by Liza 15.6.03