Share Your World – 2014 Week 44
What is your most vivid memory of the kitchen in your childhood?
We had bright blue cupboards in the shape of a U, and in each angled corner cabinet on the lower half there was a three-tiered lazy susan. I was six when we moved to that house and had never heard of such things. To my young impressionable mind everything about them was brilliant, including their bright yellow paint job and how much they could hold, but especially the wonderful name they were known by. Put it on the lazy susan! Get it from the lazy susan! Don’t we have some of that on one of the lazy susans? I imagine my mother wished she’d never let on that they had a name at all, and was relieved when I got over my initial fascination. Although there was a little lip on each shelf to keep things in place, if you spun them around too fast stuff would go flying off into the back corners and then one of us kids would have to crawl inside to retrieve whatever would otherwise be lost back there forever. It was a sad day for me when the old cupboards were replaced with boring brown wooden ones with nary a lazy susan to be found. See how I still love to say lazy susan? Yeah! Okay I will stop now.
As a child, who was your favorite relative?
I had so many of them it’s impossible to say. Aunts and Uncles and cousins galore who came from all over the place to spend time at our farm. I can truly say there was something to love about every last one of them, and there still is. Mom had three siblings and Dad had nine. Grandma was always introducing us to long-lost relatives but I rarely paid attention long enough to figure out who was who. Of course now I wish I had. It’s hard to keep big families straight. Especially when they keep growing up and getting married and having children and splitting up and combining families with somebody else and all the other things families tend to do. I did like one aunt in particular who had no children of her own. It was easier to get her undivided attention. I think we found each other mutually curious and funny and interesting. Or maybe it was one sided and she had me completely fooled. I would have liked her anyway.
What did you like or not like most about the first apartment you ever rented?
This is no startling revelation, but I have never lived alone. I always had room mates when I went away to school, and room mates when I went to work away from home. Then I got married and had a permanent room-mate. We lived in a tiny three room house the size of a small garage for several months. Then we moved to a different town into a basement suite, and when W decided to go back to school we got our first real apartment in a high-rise with an elevator. Obviously I was impressed with the elevator, otherwise, why mention it? We had a bedroom, a living/dining area, a little narrow kitchen and a bathroom with two sinks. Our t.v. sat on the floor and we watched it from two basket chairs. We had a bed and a table and a couple of kitchen chairs. That’s it. The hardwood floor was bare and every sound echoed. W did most of his school work in the library. I worked at the University book store. I bought a long black cloth pea coat at a thrift store for five bucks and wore it until it fell apart. Good times.
The next year we moved closer to campus in to a married student complex, again living in a one bedroom basement apartment. There’s nothing I can think of that l loved or hated about any of these places. They were warm and dry and they were home. And if your friends had to sit on the floor when they dropped over, that was half the fun.
What kind of TV commercial would you like to make? Describe it.
I would ban commercials from every channel except one, which would be called The Annoying Commercial Channel. It would not be part of any cable package, but strictly optional. If you were in the market for, say, dish soap, you would be able to select nothing but dish soap commercials and watch them to your heart’s content. With no program interruptions. I have many more unworkable ideas for TV if any network people would like to get in touch with me.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am so grateful to be spending some time with my grandchildren. Last night the three youngest ones each read to me from books of their choice. It’s part of their daily homework to read aloud to someone. I love how they tackle the big hard words with no fear and use context clues to figure them out. But mostly I love that they’re learning a love of reading. That will serve them well all their lives.
Yesterday W had an in-office procedure done on his right hand to straighten out his ring and little fingers. I am grateful that our daughter was able to drive him to and from his appointment. I am grateful that I’m not home to hear first hand how things are going and how much pain and misery he is in with the stitches and the bandages and the splint. I am eternally grateful that I never once considered it might be a good idea for me to become a nurse. I would not have been good at it. He sent me a text which said “I’ll beok”…. W. speak for I’ll be ok. That’s pretty much all any of us really needs to be. I’ll be grateful next week just to beok.