Summer is that time of year when I
act freer, see things brightly and remember.
Living in the old house on 1048 Central Ave
in St. Paul. No AC, just rattling fans in strategic
places with shades pulled down and curtains drawn.
Fruit in abundance, not just the
apples, oranges, and bananas
but also the strawberries, blueberries,
cantaloupe, honeydew and cut up
watermelon before bed in cotton pj's.
Riding bikes in blazing heat around
the neighborhood, hanging out at the
playground, meeting and making new
Walking with my sisters to get
dipped ice cream cones from
Dairy Queen down the block.
Happy to share the time with
Remembering the hot trip to Philly
in 1977. Staying at Grandma and
Grandpa's with mom while my older
brother and sister went to Aunt Alma's
store or to New York city with Uncle Junior.
Summer is youth, fresh, and bubbling over
with sunshine. It is snippets of photos, flashing
through the slide projector. It comes and
goes too fast...