Misty, watercolor memories and funky filing
Nia was like a retriever with a slobber-covered ball between her incisors. She refused to drop it. After yesterday’s letter, she wanted to know where Typist was pulling the stray lyric — My Lord, What A Mornin’ — from — she knew just where to look.
Down
the
stairs…
Back
into
a
dark
corner..
Navy
tote
pulled
from
the
shelf…
Among
grade school class pictures
report cards
baby shoes (never worn?)
three-ring binders with newspaper clippings
a knife that cut a wedding cake
and a whole-lotta other miscellaneous stuff
she
found…
A battered two-pocket folder full of sheet music from The Wisconsin Youth Chorale’s 1983 European Concert Tour.
Turns out Typist’s memory was mixing its notes… there was a song titled My Lord, What A Mornin’ and a song from Porgy and Bess, two separate scores merged into one.
Funny… What we decide to hold onto?
Interesting… How our memories work?
Fascinating… When we feel certain, but we’ve mixed our notes?
Our friend Mike shaved his head!
When our daughter lost her hair my husband immediately shaved his head. He kept it shaved until her treatments were over. It's been about 25 years and her hair has never grown back where her tumor was. She just keeps the rest of her hair long and she pulls it all back into a ponytail.
Intricately woven into this post is the ever evasive, six word story… A thing of myth and legend! “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
Was it written? Is it truth or legend? Was there really a bet? Hemingway? Sequels? Humor?
Links below for Typist AND Paintist! 😉
Who knows, there may be fodder for “The Girls” too… 🤔
https://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/ernest-hemingways-six-word-sequels
https://www.openculture.com/2015/03/the-urban-legend-of-ernest-hemingways-six-word-story.html