Flashback

I did a quick tidy and bent down to get a bit of fluff the vacuum missed and I remembered that I used to pick the rug. We had a carpet, but no vacuum, so one of my chores was to pick dirt off of the rug! I was also chosen to go through the milk door to get someone into their place, that had locked themselves out. Little Dinnimouse was also chosen to stick her small hand in the toilet bowl to fetch someone’s dentures. Didn’t think much of it at the time, but gross!!!

One memory sparks another and sitting down to think, all kinds of stuff comes back. I remember smells too. My favourite babysitter sold Avon and she used to wear perfume, I loved the way she smelled. Most perfume now, kills me! Just little things transport me and sometimes that is all we have left of someone. So quickly these things come unsummoned, often they are gone before we even process them.

I wish I could draw what I see, perhaps I should try. Capturing what is so vivid in your mind is such a gift. I came across an envelope, Momma had written something I said once about a picture I had taken, “Just some cows, we don’t know them.” I love my pics of friends and family, but the ones of something in nature also gives me connection. Being part of something bigger than ourselves, how lucky are we? Growing up in concrete neighbourhoods, I appreciate nature so much more. My attachment to certain things are mine, just for me. So yes, I didn’t know the cows, however they conjured memories of summers on the farm, time with cousins playing baseball in a field with cow patties as bases. The cows were comfort, they are family, they are home.