Today I am thinking of my childhood mother which is of course the same woman who now sits silently in my house in her fancy box on my glass table.
I am remembering how one day Mom piles all 6 of us little kids into our 1950’s station wagon and we drive to the Cash Grocery Store to shop.
When we are finished, we all scramble back into the car and Mom backs out of the parking spot. But, something unusual happens.
There is a loud ripping, clunking, banging sound as the car lifts off the ground and up into the air, pauses then smacks itself down on the ground, again with a BAM!
As usual, Mother notices nothing. She keeps backing out, turns the nose of the car to the street and ambles it out onto the road.
I’m screaming, ‘Mommy, Mommy, you ran over something big!’ (more…)