Memories
“What’s it like to be 100, Great-Grandma?”
“Memories, Wee Lassie.” Edith closed her eyes and smiled wistfully.
“Jitterbugging and Lindy-Hopping till the sun came up. Five foot two, eyes of blue, that was me. Aye, and handsome young lads eating out of my hand – Cinderella at a non-stop ball. None of these games on your iPad, Wee Lassie. All for real.”
“Then along comes midnight, aka Adolph Hitler, and my true love flies up, up and away forever, but not before leaving me with your Grandad in my belly.”
A crystal tear ran down her cheek.
“75 years of memories.”
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleSuch a tender sweet tale, Allan, incorporating history, romance and memories.
Thank you Margarida. I almost shed a crystal tear of my own!
Such a bittersweet tale, Allan. Such beautiful memories, but then tainted by war. Are these based on real memories? Very nicely done.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you Carrie. No not based on anyone I know, but although I’ve got a little way to go to my hundredth I’m at the stage when my own earlier memories crack me up sometimes. One in particular as of this night which I’m going to convert into a 350-worder for the book of 100.
Looking forward to it 🙂
I love your Jitterbugging and Lindy-Hopping Edith, Allan! Sadly, her story is not rare during the war years. An emotional read.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you, Linda. Caught my throat a bit, I admit.
Wow! So Emotional, Allan.
Very emotional read, Allan.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you Thompson and Lotchie. Very gratifying words.
You’re welcome, Allan.
Allan, this is a lovely story that serves as a reminder to the readers of how priceless the elderly are. I frequently wish I could record all the lovely memories my grandmothers used to tell us when we were little. If only we will take the time to listen to the elderly and what they’ve experienced, we could learn so much.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you Marianna, your comments are spot on. I’m at the stage now where I wonder all the time if I’m boring the younger generations!
A heart wrenching piece Allan, and all too familiar circumstances for the time! Lovely storytelling!
Thank you Emily. Sad circumstances, all too familiar to thousands of women of the time.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleYou certainly have packed a lot of nostalgic details into your story, Allan, especially about dances from the early 1900s. I had to go to YouTube and take a look at the kind of dance which was called the Lindy Hop, inspired by Charles Lindbergh’s Atlantic flight in 1928. It’s beautiful! Great writing!
Thank you Christer. Just a little before my time, but my mother told me about it!!