IF: Wrinkles

GrandmaIn the last week I’ve been thinking about my sweet grandmother, and how odd it still seems not to have her around. It’s been several years. Sometimes, I’ll pass her exit on the Belt (I could still get there blindfolded) and think that she’s still there. Maybe, she’s just been on vacation all this time. Now, she’s waiting for me to come take her to the diner or to hang out and help cook. Matzah balls, gefilte fish, chicken soup. When it wasn’t Passover, sometimes we’d make kreplach. Everyone worked together, sometimes upstairs at my aunt’s apartment. It was like an assembly line of food.

She lived down the street from a firehouse. The windows in the apartment were always open and the sirens from the trucks seemed to echo through the streets constantly. When I was younger, I thought the whole town must be on fire, all day, everyday. It sure smelled like it.

Then, my grandfather told me that the smell came from the burning garbage in the incinerator.

4 Responses to “IF: Wrinkles”

  1. 1 Vincenzo April 27, 2008 at 6:27 am

    ahhaha nice nice nice πŸ˜€ great!!

  2. 2 conniemartin April 27, 2008 at 8:03 am

    An appealing drawing and thank you for sharing the small autobiographical note. More would not go amiss.

  3. 3 forever young April 27, 2008 at 9:39 am

    this is delightful and very touching indeed.

  4. 4 Vhrsti April 27, 2008 at 3:18 pm

    She is so sweet! Excellent work!

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