Some memories are unforgettable, remaining ever vivid and heartwarming!

The air is dripping. The humidity is so thick it seems to coat my skin when I go outside. This morning’s gray clouds are giving way to blue skies and intermittent sun. It is already hot. Here in my den, it is still cool. It won’t get hot until the afternoon after the sun moves from front to back.

The bird feeder I filled yesterday is already half empty. The birds flying in and out seem endless. One eats and two wait. They are mostly chickadees, black capped chickadees, the state bird of Massachusetts. I like to sit and watch them. The birds fly right over my head almost close enough to touch.

I can’t seem to find a story or a memory. That is rare for me as I have a huge memory drawer overflowing with scraps and pieces of my life. I guess I’m going to visit Ghana today, and I’m bringing you with me. There are so many stories yet to tell.

One day there was a knock at my door. It was a man I didn’t know. He greeted me. I returned the greeting. He told me he was looking for a white woman and was I interested. I said no. He asked me if I knew any Canadians. I said no again. He thanked me and left.

A blind beggar was being led by a small boy. The beggar was holding one end of a stick and the boy was holding the other. The beggar stopped in front of me and asked for money. This was while I was in training. It was my first beggar. I said sorry and sent him off with good wishes as you have to give a beggar something. He called me batoria, white woman. I wonder what gave me away? I also wondered if he was really blind.

I always went to the same vegetable lady in the market. I bought tomatoes and onions from her. She gave me my change the first time I bought from her, and I put it in my bag. She didn’t speak English but indicated with her hands that I should count it. I shook my head no. That cemented our relationship. After that she would dash me extra tomatoes and onions. Once she had a small watermelon. I have no idea where she got it, but she had saved it for me. When I was leaving to come home, I went to say goodbye. She was crying and gave me a hug. She also gave me a small gift. It sits on the table here in the den. She always comes to mind when I see it.

I loved the mornings in Ghana. The roosters crowed. The air smelled of charcoal fires. I could hear water filling the metal buckets where my students waited in line to take their bucket baths. I’d sit outside my front door drinking my first cup of coffee before breakfast. I had the same breakfast every day: two eggs cooked in groundnut oil (peanut oil) and two pieces of toast toasted against the sides of the small charcoal burner. I’d watch the school children cutting through my school compound to go to schools outside the gates at each end of the school. At one end was the primary school and at the other was the middle school. I was an object of curiosity until the students got used to me then they’d wish me, “Good morning, sir. How Are you? I am quite well thank you, ” all said one after the other without a break. I’d have one or two more cups of coffee between classes.

It seems my bemoaning my lack of memories was massively premature.

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4 Comments on “Some memories are unforgettable, remaining ever vivid and heartwarming!”

  1. Birgit Says:

    I love your Ghana stories πŸ™‚
    Sadly one of the blackbird fledglings in our garden has died today. It was weak in the afternoon but apparently not injured, I hope that the bird virus that mainly kills blackbirds hasn’t reached our region. I’ve buried it.
    I’m just watching the Isle Of Wight Festival movie on TV, great music and stuff, haven’t seen it for quite a while.

    • katry Says:

      Thanks, Birgit.

      I love telling those stories. They are still vivid to me.

      That is so sad. I didn’t know there was a bird virus anywhere and nothing is worse than a baby anything dying.

      I haver seen the Isle of Wright Festival once a long time back. I don’t even remember any of it.

  2. olof1 Says:

    I never get tired of Your Ghana stories.

    Yesterday ir poured down here and they said it would today as well but they’ve chnaged their minds this morning πŸ™‚ Still, it is a bit chilly here this morning and the sky is grey, I think this might be a read a book day or watch some dvd’s day πŸ™‚

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      I’m glad you enjoy them as I love to tell them.

      The day is cloudy and rain is predicted for this afternoon. I hope so.

      Haver a great day!


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