“Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.”

This morning I got rained on. The rain lasted as long as it took me to get the paper and yesterday’s mail, but since then, the rain has started again, and it is supposed to rain most of the day. Add 55˚to the mix, and it is an ugly day, a sweatshirt day, a good day to be home.

Yesterday I mortgaged my house to buy my dump sticker. Okay, I am exaggerating, but I did pay $190.00 for the privilege of dumping my own trash. That is on my dance card for tomorrow.

When I was a kid, my mother didn’t drive. She’d walk uptown pushing my sister in the baby carriage while my other sister walked beside her holding on to the carriage. My mother grocery shopped on Friday nights when my father could drive her to and from the store, but after we moved to the cape, my mother learned to drive as everything was too far way for walking. Later, when she had her own car, she had a sense of freedom she’d never had before. She grocery shopped any day she wanted.

I haven’t been back to my hometown in a long while. But when I go back, I always drive by the duplex on the hill where we lived for so long. Other than this house, it is where I’ve lived the longest. Even now, years and years away, I still close my eyes and pull from my memory drawer the inside of the house. I can see the green entry way where the desk stood. The living room had a couch and chair, a table by the picture window and the TV in the corner. There were two closets, one in the living room and one in the tiniest of halls, barely a hall at all. It stood opposite the door to the cellar. The kitchen too was small and the table and chairs were in the corner near the back door. Upstairs were three bedrooms and the bathroom. My bedroom was on the left, my parents’ room was on the right of the staircase and my brother’s room faced the hall. The bathroom was next to my room. We didn’t have a shower. I remember the hamper was in the hall across from the bathroom.

I am always astounded by what I find in my memory drawers. My childhood is there in the back drawers. All the places where we lived are there, even the one in South Boston where we lived until I was five. I find joy and sorrow in the drawers, in the memories. I am thankful for both.

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9 Comments on ““Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    Warm and nice day here and now it rains. Depending on where the showers go we can get anything from just getting the grass slightly wet to oven an inch of rain. I sort of hopes for the inch because that would fill up my water barrels 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      The rain has been on and off all day. My floor is a huge mess. The dogs are wet. The day continues ugly. It will be a nicer day tomorrow.

      Enjoy your evening!!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Another sunny, hot, and windy day. The heatwave continues with a forecasted high of 97°. Yesterday we tied a high temperature record of 96° which was set back in 1956.

    When we first moved to Texas in 1953, my mother also didn’t drive. This caused a lot of problems where the grocery store was too far away to walk. Shortly afterwards she learned to drive and my father bought her a used 1951 Kaiser sedan in 1955.

    A WWII veteran walks into a Kaiser Frazier Dealership right after the war to buy his girlfriend a new car. The salesman says, “Buy her a Kaiser and surprise her.” The veteran thinks for a minute, then the salesman says, “Or, buy her a Fraizer and amaze her”. The veteran thinks that over and heads for the door. The salesman asked where he’s going, and the veteran replies, “I’m going to the Tucker deaslership”. 🙂 I have no idea in which memory drawer that one resides.

    I can remember the layout of every house where I ever lived. I don’t remember all the details of the rooms but I can see them in my mind’s eye as if I were there. Unfortunately, the memories are all in monochrome. I can’t really relive the colors.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      It is still raining. It hasn’t gotten out of the mid 50’s all day, but the weather will start changing. By Saturday, Boston will have weather in the 90’s while we’ll only stay in the 70’s. I’m grateful for that.

      I don’t remember what car my mother had, but I think it was a new Chevy. My father always bought her new cars. He had his Datsun Little Hustler and loved it.

      I get the veteran wouldn’t want a Kaiser, but I had to look up a Frazer. I never heard of it, but I found out it was built by Kaiser so it too made sense. Also looked up Tucker and found out only 51 cars were made including their prototype before the company was forced to declare bankruptcy and cease all operations on March 3, 1949. It is interesting what our brains decide to save.

      I can mostly see the colors in my mind’s eye especially the house in South Yarmouth. It is my favorite place where we lived.

      • Bob Says:

        If he had bought a Tucker, he wouldn’t need the girlfriend. The few that are left are worth several millions. 🙂 I think Stephen Spielberg owns a couple of Tuckers. I’m surprised you never saw the movie, “Tucker”.

      • katry Says:

        I knew the name Tucker. I was surprised to find out only 51 cars were made. It is no wonder they are worth millions. I read they sold for $4000.00 back when. Stephen Spielberg can afford them!!

  3. J Says:

    Kat __ I appreciate these childhood recollections of your young physical world. I do that too sometimes–and when I can’t find the words, I draw those scenes (badly). I’m not trying to create art, but I find using both words and sketches can bring back things I’d thought that I had lost long ago…

    • katry Says:

      I often wish I could draw as all of my stick figures look the same except the females wear a triangular skirt and a flip hair-do. Words come to me. I can see them, the pictures the words make. The more I write, the easier the right words come.

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