My mother’s grandmother lived an easy bike ride downhill. Great grandma usually braided her curly hair into multiple, tiny tight braids that made her scalp ache, turning her curls to steel wool. But there was always sugar and butter on white bread after school.
When my mother was seven, Grandma announced a trip downtown. As they headed toward the bus stop, little Mary Ann ran to keep up with Grandma’s long strides. Was she breathless from the walk? Or was it the breath-taking Technicolor spectacle in the palatial theater?
Now, my mother has seen “Gone With The Wind” many times. We’ve often watched it together. What does it matter that the stars we see are already dead? They come to life on the screen. Together, in memories, we revisit my great grandmother. We may skip the braids but enjoy the memory of sugar sandwiches.
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This fictionalized version of my mother’s childhood was inspired by dVerse. Mom is shown here in her graduation photo.
You made that prompt line do its job in such a refreshing way, Denise. Old movies, old memories. How many of us have our own “Gone With the Wind” that brings sweet memories flooding back?! Love the picture of your Mom with her curly hair and I can easily imagine how “Together, in memories, we revisit my great grandmother.” 💖
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Love ‘turning her curls to steel wool!’
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A prosery as sweet as those sugary sandwiches …. I love it!!!
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A sweet memory (not just the sugar sandwiches)…
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What a fantastic take on the prompt, Denise! (I wish I had thought of this 😉 )
Sugar and butter on white bread… only thing to make it better would be to add a bowl of cream to dip it in!
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I loved every bit of this! The photo is lovely, Gone With the Wind is classic….and you even reminded me of a neighbor lady who once gave me sugar and butter on white bread. She must have guessed I was hungry–it was wonderful, something I’d never had at home.
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A loving reminisce that goes back a-ways. The family connections we remember fondly are like the stars also it seems.
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