Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘this one is true’

a2z-h-small

Join me during the month of April as I blog through the alphabet. My theme will be What’s In A Name. I will attempt to write up a short fictional character sketch beginning with a different letter of the alphabet each day. Remember that a place can also be a character.

Norma

Norma was the older sister. The sensible one. The quiet one. Judy was the younger one. She was vivacious. She was beautiful. She was constantly the center of attention. Norma was six years older than Judy and had always been the one to take care of her little sister. She had been the one to teach her things. And when she and her little sister went to America, with their father, in search of jobs and a better life, it was Norma that filled the mother role for her little sister.

Judy went to high school and Norma worked wherever she could find a job during the day then rushed home to be there when Judy got home. She babysat children. She worked in agricultural fields. She nanny-ed. She took care of elderly people. She cooked for families. At home, she did the cooking and cleaning, too.

Judy was beautiful and outgoing. Norma was shy but she was also beautiful. She had red hair while Judy’s was black. She had green eyes while Judy’s were brown. She was quiet and loving and always thoughtful.

Judy was my big brother’s girlfriend and could only come over if Norma was with her so we got to know Norma and her gentle ways. We got to hear the fairy tales she told us. We got to hear her talking to our mother when she needed advice or when she just needed to talk to another adult that wasn’t her father. She had the quiet laugh and the reserved ways. I always looked forward to seeing her and was sad when she left.

I don’t know whatever happened to Norma. We lost track of the family after the accident. All we know is that a little piece of Norma died when Judy was killed in a car accident. After that, Norma and her family left town. We didn’t hear from them again, but I often wonder whatever happened to Norma.

 

Alexa

Babs

Curtis

Diane

Eve

Fran

Grandma

Harold

Iris

Julian

Kiki

Luda

Mister

Read Full Post »

a2z-h-small

Join me during the month of April as I blog through the alphabet. My theme will be What’s In A Name. I will attempt to write up a short fictional character sketch beginning with a different letter of the alphabet each day. Remember that a place can also be a character.

Julian Street ran from one end of town to the other, east to west. Much of it was commercial but the part where I lived was a lot more residential. Well, I didn’t really live on Julian. I lived around the corner. It was pretty much  a quiet two lane one way street on the part where I lived but there was a gas station on the corner and another a few blocks east of me and a Safeway grocery store a block west of me. But other than that, it was all houses. Later on there were some apartments but when I lived there there weren’t any. It was quiet enough that my mother let us walk to the grocery store around the corner. We actually had to walk along Julian but it was safe back then. I’m not sure what the speed limit was then, I would guess maybe 25. Then you have to remember that there were a lot less cars back in the early 1960’s.

I mentioned that gas station a few blocks east of us? Well, it was the first time we had seen a gas station with a store inside. My dad could buy beer and wine in there and we could buy soda and ice cream and candy and sometimes, when Safeway was out of something my mom needed, we could go to the gas station to find it at the store inside. When one of my brothers or sisters was sick, with a fever and nausea, my mom would send one of us to the gas station store to buy a little bottle of Coke syrup which she used to get rid of the barfs. They used to have this deal there, too, where you could take in your own empty bottle and they would fill it with soda from the fountain and it was a lot cheaper that way. We had a big family and we really didn’t drink soda because it was too expensive but once in awhile, as a treat, we would be allowed to buy the fountain soda and have them put it in our gallon sized bottle. What came in a gallon size bottle with a narrow pour spout and a handle that we could take to fill up with soda? My dad’s wine jugs! We usually took them in with the label removed and cleaned off but once we took in an empty wine jug with the label still on it. When Ben, the old man that lived across the street came over to have a cigarette with my dad, my dad decided to play a joke on him. He got the root beer that was in the wine jug that still had the wine label on it and he poured us each a glass of soda but didn’t say anything about it being soda. When we came to drink it, Ben’s eyes just about popped out of their sockets! He thought we were all drinking wine, including my youngest sister who was only about two at that time.

I remember those days with fond memories. Julian Street is a lot different now. I know for a long while it was a pretty bad area. The whole neighborhood had gone downhill. That was about twenty years after we moved away from that area. Now I hear that it has gotten to be a pretty nice area with homes selling for a million dollars! It’s strange to think that I once lived in a million dollar home, only it wasn’t worth that when I lived there. Far from it!

One of these day I’ll go back to town and go visit Julian Street and see what it’s like. One of these days.

Alexa

Babs

Curtis

Diane

Eve

Fran

Grandma

Harold

Iris

Read Full Post »