Memory is such a funny thing sometimes. When I was very young, I spent most Friday nights at the home of my paternal grandmother; on Saturday I’d wake up and watch cartoons, and she’d make me pancakes or beignets for breakfast. Then in the later morning, a big step van would pull up in the street in front of her house and blow his horn. It was the van for a local butcher; in those days a lot of the older ladies had never learned to drive, so the van was a shop on wheels, which had a route through all the older neighborhoods. Saturday was one of the days he visited Maman’s neighborhood, so when he came I’d go in with her and she’d buy me a candy bar while she got her meat and bread and whatever. The last time I stepped into that truck was half a century ago, yet when I went outside to give the piggies their breakfast peanuts half an hour ago, some quality of the sunlight combined with some quality of the air, and the sound of the chickens, and memories of those Saturday mornings of so long ago came flooding back. And with them came memories of Maman in general, who died in the spring of 1997, and I found myself tearing up. Damn, I sure miss her.
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The Persistence of Memory
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