 |
|
| Story ID: | 2644 |
| Written by: | Darrell Lindsey (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Story |
| Writers Conference: | $500 2007 Family Memories Writing Project |
| Location: | Nacogdoches Texas USA |
| Year: | 1964 |
| Person: | friends |
Add a Comment |
Print |
|
Visitors|
Less than a week ago, I heard the late night sounds of sirens and fire trucks passing by-- sounds that quickly congregated about a block away. Gazing down Pearl Street in concern, I couldn't tell what had happened, but suspected a car wreck was the source of the commotion. I said a silent prayer for those involved, and went back inside. The next day, I found out the facts: a house had been gutted by fire, and a candle was the culprit. There were no injuries. Then I learned something else. The house that burned was the one my grandmother, Ossie, had bought in the 1960s, and lived in when I was a child. To this day, I can still see the fig trees and flowers that were once there, and the backyard beehives from which she made honey. I remember her special room, too. There she displayed bottles, large and small, in every hue you can imagine. When the sunlight was right, it was like a light show. To be honest, it took me several days to be able to walk by that house so close to my memories, and see the damage for myself. Though it didn't belong to her anymore, (she died over 30 years ago), to me, a part of her was still there. And waiting for me and my Dad with Graham Crackers and grapes. |
