And so it began, as always before. Ema Mims and I huddled together in the sheltered comfort and warmth of her bedroom as the winter winds whipped a cresendo of frightening chill and fury upon us. Her porcelain hand rested cooly in my own youthful hand. As I had always done, I sat still upon the vinyled green hassock at her side, while the warm glow of lamp light danced upon her fine silvered hair.
Except for the ticking of the now ancient enameled clock at her bedside and the shifting of logs within the fireplace, the only sound was that of Emas' soft and weakened voice punctuated by the raspiness that age often imbues upon each of us.
Her entire countenance was transformed and her face grew slack as she prepared to answer. She visibly relaxed into repose as she slowly and bit by bit, unwound the gossamer threaded reel of her cherished memories. Those lovely hazel eyes, dimmer now, were yet sequined with gold and the moments of history known uniquely and only unto her...
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
"Ema...Ema tell us about your memories? Why not at the beginning, the very beginning... as you feel comfortable dear and as far and as wide as your memory will carry you, darling". There, there now,...it's alright, go on now...".
"What's that? Yes, Ema, I'll hold your hand. Good, good! I'd love to hear of your winters"...first...
Read on gentle readers, of "Ema Mims"...enjoin her in reveries and memories as she shares of life and, particularly her life in the Gettysburg she knew during the 1930s and 1940s! You may just find yourselves enchanted as you enter a world of Emas' , our parents' and grandparents' yesterday.
Soon, very soon, we promise all the world of beauty shall pour forth...and we must make haste for time, memory and fancy is fleeting!
In honor of the first and third loves of my childish youth.
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