My mother worked and wasn’t home until bedtime. It was agreed that my younger sister and I would be collected by my grandmother when we returned to school in September and we would have our tea with her. I remember us holding her hands as we walked from the school to cross the main road […]
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Grandmother’s Radio
Before I left herfor another lifewith parents and sisters,pop music and Radio Luxembourg,she gave me‘Listen with Mother’ storiesand old songs from the music hall. When I returned, feeling unwanted,she ironed while I twiddled the dial,found midday comedies and quizzes,and afternoon playsfor when it rained. I still listen while I iron,smoothing out life’s creases. Kim M. […]
Making Pastry
Oh, the anticipation and the reality of warm-kitchen days when hands touched over a huge bowl or fingers gripped together round a wooden spoon in snowstorms of flour and avalanches of butter eggs and sugar both tied up in aprons red-cheeked and bright-eyed mixing and stirring – baking and burning pies and tarts to tempt […]
Scarf Magic
My grandmother never went out without a headscarf. She had plenty of them, all neatly folded on a shelf in a low cupboard, within easy reach of a child. In other words me. The scarves were mostly chiffon and in rainbow colours. They demanded to be unfolded and swirled in the air like fairy wings. […]
Under the Table at Grandmother’s House
Although my grandmother was quite open and modern in her outlook, her tastes were old-fashioned. This was reflected in the house where I grew up: in its solid furniture, embroidered cushions and tablecloths that hung low to cover the table legs. For a small child, the dining table was a house or a tent, where […]
Grandmother’s Shoes
She had a closet full of shoes she wouldn’t throw away, reminders of the comfy days when every shoe would fit. For me, it was a treasure trove of giant shoes for a four-year-old to slide across the lino, Ginger to my grandfather’s Astaire. I was completely unaware of the agony of her size three […]
This Little Piggy
A little girl holds on to a chair, teetering in her mother’s shoes, shiny leather stilettos, her feet squashed down into the toes. Granny smiles, forgets for a moment the bunions on her aching feet, the pain when walking down the street, the raw skin and unbearable heat. After bath time, with pyjamas on, they […]
Grandmother’s Dragonfly
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Transforming with Nature’s Wonders This happened. Through a haze of tears And buzzing in my ears, I heard the vicar’s voice That told me to rejoice, That you were like a dragonfly, Your dazzling soul emerging when you died. At home, I found an envelope from […]
Grandmother’s Wisdom
My response to Carpe Diem Theme Week 5 (2) ascended masters and the seven rays in the yellow warmth of a grandmother’s wisdom children emanate the rosy glowing aura of unconditional love © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Painting by Gaetano Bellei (1857 – 1922) found on Pinterest
Grandmother’s Ghost
My response to Carpe Diem Special #208 Sara McNulty’s 4th “fantasy” shadorma cloud of scent old music hall song fused as one memory grandmother’s hands and warm smile cooling my fever sweet reminders of a happy past a present a future with grandchildren of my own cooling other brows © Kim M. Russell, 2016 […]
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