Tag: childhood memories
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Memories: Friends and Boundaries
Summer, barefoot. Just after dawn I listen to the whiz-snap of the screen door closing behind me to take in the fresh new day, the first day in our new yard. Full and thick viburnum and arborvitae bushes crowd the boundaries of the suburban lot and a pear tree with tiny fruit stands in the…
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Memories: Growing up During the Sexual Revolution
A Peeping Tom wandered our neighborhood when I was about nine. Once when I was sleeping over Susan Brennan’s house the doorbell rang late at night as we dosed on the couches with the television buzzing the end of the broadcasting day. Drowsily, we pulled the curtains back, too tired to be afraid, and saw…
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What is your first memory?
My mother had a recurring dream while we lived in the cottage beside the river. Great rains would come and she’d wake to find the house unhinged upon the flooding water. Her brand new sewing machine sat upon a porch the real cottage didn’t have. The machine’s weight tilted the house to one side and…
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Family Histories: The Jelly Glass
Welcome to Family Histories, a series of guest posts by some of my favorite bloggers in which they explore family . . . and history. The families and the histories are sometimes the writers’ own and sometimes not. We start off the series with a story by Sharon Bonin-Pratt about an unpleasant trip to Grandma’s…
Author Adrienne Morris 