i can't even try to talk about it. I guess it was/is as if there were TWO day's going on at once and they kept bumping in to each other so that neither of them could be Today?
and then…a kind of Of Course, my long long Michigan friend Luna, sent me these
she and her family had gone to a Music Festival up the hill from this house here so she took a couple pics to send…this is My House. This is MY HOUSE. This is my house. Where Jenny was born into. My Spring Street house in Ann Arbor Michigan. There, to the right is the neighbor's house, the Lum's. I don't know if any of the now very adult children live there? But it's the house that Jenny would escape to. Wearing only her yellow boots from the Netherlands. Nothing else. And Mrs. Lum would call me and tell me in Chinese that she was there and i would walk over and retrieve this naked child with her little plastic bag of noodles and almond cookies. they used to call her Fioke. that's a guess of how it might be spelled in Chinese. I would ask them now and then, the then young 4 children of Mrs. Lum, i would asked them what that meant and they would look off and kind of away and not answer me but then George, the youngest son said
brat.
so my naked brat in yellow boots from the Netherlands. Fioke. They loved her.
if you try really hard, you might see the front of a red car toward the back left of the pic and it's facing where there looks to be an addition to the shape of the front of the house and that's my Kitchen and it looks to be an addition because it was, it's over 100 years old, this house, an Old Woman House and there was a kitchen added on before we lived there. There was a dry sink.
That's my kitchen. When i type those words, i get all teary.
but i see these pics here that Luna took just a couple days ago and i see how Old Woman House is all very nicely Yellow and how they took off the railing on the left, probably for convenience of some sort and how they have purple tulips growing out front and some kind of sedum on the Lum's hill.
behind the house is a long long rectangle lot that is flat near the house but then goes down into a terraced garden space and then beyond to the wild place where the Lilac Forest was and where the kids had their "tree fort" world. First, what comes to mind was how Snake Louise lived there….the Garden Snake, the Snake Louise from a Wind at the Door, Madeleine L'engle, and all the Toads, all the Toads that my son Jonathan would feed mulberries to.
I used to LIKE, actually, LIKE telling the story of how i left this house, the Life lived in this house. I would tell it hard and fast. It was FULL of Ego, mine, and i was full of it. I told it as such an adventure. Which…it was. but i look back now….
Now…it's hard. Hard to look back. Hard to see it, to see my self then, to feel that self then still alive in the me that is now, almost 30 years later. oh, eeeee…….
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