Anodyne
Monday, March 06, 2006
 

Baron Von Raschke of the American Wrestling Association (AWA). Fond elementary school memories of apples, ice cream, and b&w televised mayhem. Or in other words, Sunday afternoon c. 1980-2 at my "Esquimalt Grandma's" -- Louisa Brayshaw, my father's mother -- in her small, neat third floor Ambleside apartment, with Inuit carved snow goggles and hunting implements -- originally purchased by her Arctic navigator husband, James Brayshaw, from their makers -- hung on the wall by the delicate Edwardian china and the long teak dining table that sat in shadow year round. Out on the narrow balcony, a sliver of the Lion's Gate and a single arch of bridge visible between two smaller buildings. Trees in bud all along Esquimalt Avenue. The thick green leaves of the summer chestnuts and the buildings' carefully manicured lawns. Her soft voice and curly white hair. And her hand at the window, pulling back the bedroom's knit curtain, to gaze down at us as we waved and drove away.

(chronological rewrite courtesy dru)
- posted by cjb @ 8:16 PM


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