Category: nostalgia
-
Bits and Pieces
I had a wad like this in my hands earlier. I could leave little sticky notes for myself all over the house, particularly in the laundry room, on the washing machine door, and I would still forget some of the tissues I had stuffed deep into the pockets of every…
-
Rebirth
A house I love is coming down. i saw the fence around it today, the dumpster in the driveway, equipment ready nearby, and signs on the front lawn foretelling the inevitable. It’s a charming house. Ivy covered brick Tudor, with lannon stone steps, gracefully arched roof lines and dormers that…
-
Floor, Please….
I lived in a building with one of these. It was old and dusty, its exterior unassuming, the interior suggestive of grander days, with its marble floors and winding staircase, high ceilings, and apartments with parquet floors. It was on a side street across from the Budapest Opera House, and…
-
Peppers
I can’t see bell peppers without thinking of my mother. A tiny woman, fragile, loose-limbed, and notoriously accident-prone, she could find the single crack in a sidewalk over which a thousand people had stepped without falling, and lose her footing. Despite her delicate constitution, she had a sharp mind, wicked…
-
Count on it….
(A commercial sometime in the not-too-distant future) Are you tired of technology? Of apps and programs that keep changing on you? Devices that are designed to become obsolete and infuriatingly expensive and difficult to use? Do you long for simpler times and tools you can understand and operate easily? Cars…
