I received an email from my older sister asking me to go down memory lane and email her back the “Little Memories” I had of her and I growing up.
I remember the fishing trip when you and I were in the back seat and dad stopped suddenly and that HUGE fish-hook that he had in one of those pockets in the backseat embedded in your knee. How painful that must have been. I remember dad cutting off the tip with pliers and then to the hospital we went.
I don’t remember you cutting all my pretty blonde curls off when I was three. I do know Mama kept them forever in an envelope.
I remember going to the drive in as a family and there would be an accident and we would never make it.
Dad always stopped to help save people.
I don’t remember you riding the subways with us to Yankee stadium, nor you being at —- Cleveland’s.
I always went to the movies with —- and —- . There dad worked right next door to the Tivoli at Cannon Shoe Store. After school we would go to his job and he would give us money for the movies.We seen all the Sandra Dee and Annette Funicello movies. (A Summer Place) we watched it over and over.
We used to sit in the (Black Only ) section cause we thought they were the best seats.
Who would have thought?
I do recall you telling me to catch the spider in that dark, musky well at Gavers.
Mama freaked out. Those big water spiders were huge.
I remember as I got older you were always telling on me.
I do remember sled riding with you and making the ice crack in the creek when we stepped on it, and mama would get so upset cause our feet were always wet.
We were always frozen little warriors 🙂
I remember watching Howdy Doody with you. We would put that special plastic on the screen of the TV when they told us to and then it was like magic too us. We had a Howdy Doody pool at Gavers.
Mama would take us on long hikes up to the mountain stream. We would sit on the rock and have a picnic. Then we would throw our banana peels in the water and watch them float away. I lost a shoe in the the quagmire. It made some bubbles and disappeared. We thought it was quicksand.
We used to play with our paper dolls together and dress them all pretty.
I remember I was really into science projects and dad finally got me the invisible man. You thought it would be great to paint the parts, so we did. Dad was not pleased.
I remember making shadows on the wall in our bedroom we shared. We could hear the singing sisters from the hollow and we would get scared cause mama said they had died and there was no way we heard singing.
She said it was just the wind.
I remember going too that church on Dill Ave and getting trapped in the bathroom. The air was stuffy and we were so frightened. We couldn’t get the door open and tried getting out the window but it was locked. Everyone told us the door was locked from the inside but we didn’t lock it.
I remember coming to see you at your JOB. I was so proud that you were my big sister. The Keeper of the books.
I wasn’t home too much back then (Dill Ave) I hung with —– and —– who mama did not like. Then of course there was my running off too Rockville w/ — and living with — and —–. That’s when dad actually said I was not welcome home anymore and I had pulled that stunt once too often. That is when I moved in with — and his mom on Canberra. I was barely 18.
I remember I would leave with just a toothbrush in my back pocket.
I have often wondered a great deal the significance of my poem “Tin Roof”
Now, that I am older I can’t state with any positiveness that I know what really happened.
The words in my poetry do lead me too ask why that was on my mind?
The Poem Tin Roof”
If these walls could talk what would they say
would we hear the laughter,
see the tears
would we hear secrets
spoken in whispers
of days past
would we see our daydreams and imaginations
take flight into the night
would our dreams and nightmares come true
like they did in the rooms
the rain is falling,
tear drops on the tin roof
the tiger is trying to get through the window
when I wake there is blood on my arm
was it the torn and broken window screen,
what was I fighting
On July 31st 1924
Universe decided that Mr and Mrs would welcome a baby girl into their arms
They would love her dearly
She was a beautiful baby
fair of skin
with curly strawberry blonde hair
she was sensitive and kind
seeking knowledge about life’s secrets
she chose a path after all her children were born
it was what she said a narrow path
that many would not find
she was satisfied with this path
and never wavered
it separated our family in many ways
and yet today each of us have found our path
Realizing there are many paths leading to the “ONE”
Her “Truth” was not ours
We remember our parents love
as they welcomed each of us into their arms
Today as the full blue moon rises we know
The “man in the moon” still watches over all of us
© Cynthia Martz