Monday, May 30, 2011

Time

Time is a funny thing.
It has been getting my attention lately--
and in an usual way.
Through novels.

Every year around this time, I start to unwind from the school year.
I read novels; not heavy, light reading.
I call it " back washing out my brain".

I just read BEACH TREES by Karen White.
It is set in Mississppi right after Katrina and the oil spill.

One of the characters is named Miss Ammie.
Miss Ammie is the grandmother and throughout the book she recalls stories from when she was a young bride.
After reading 2 or 3 of Miss Ammie's stories it hits me...
I could be the young baby in the story and Miss Ammie could my mother.

The story is not about us but, the time line is right.
In the early 60's my mother was a young mother.

How did that happen?
How did the story of remembering become my mother's memories and not my grandmother's?

I mean, I know my grandparents are dead.
I know I have children and they have have grandparents.
But, I never saw it in black and white.

I have moved over on the timeline.
Not just my time line...
the world's time line.

This will take some getting used to....