I have begun to collate some of the things that my 89-year-old mother has said, over the years.
In 2002, I asked her some questions. I have begun a 3-Way Memoir, where I’ll record some of my mother’s responses.
My mom began talking about the parties that her parents would host in their country home. She said that they had one of the finest Victrolas around and because of that, people would come to the their house to dance. She continued:
“Since linoleum was ‘expensive,’ they just rolled it up and danced on the bare floors….
“The linoleum – well, I don’t know for sure, but I would imagine it was made form cork to a certain extent—that and maybe linseed oil or a tar derivative. All hard pressed into a substantial rug, of a sort. It didn’t last long, as I remember. It seems every season, they had to replace the one in the kitchen, or just do with a worn one. But it was very pliable and would roll up like a piece of canvas. Of course, the top surface was quite hard and easily worn off. Slick and a new one was a sight to behold.”
The way that my mom has expressed herself is absolute poetry:
“Slick and a new one was a sight to behold.”
When people marvel at my creativity and expressiveness, I point to my parents. My dad trained as a cartoonist and was a natural storyteller; and my mom was a poet and didn’t know it.
Copyright Jacki Kellum October 16, 2015
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