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I thought my first memory was watching the dust motes move in the light filtered through orange cheesecloth curtains as my mother sang the new baby to sleep. She wore a greenish hippie skirt and was singing Mull of Kintyre and her hair was wavy... which means it was not long after Isabel's birth... pregnancy straightened my mother's usually very curly hair.
It can't have been though, I remember at least one earlier, of finding my cot had been replaced by a real bed... that must have been just before I became a sister.
Another memory of that time... watching as a flock of black clad woman stripped our grapevine of leaves, so they could make dolmades. I remember not being phased so much by the unfamiliar language they were speaking, but their energy, noise and odd quick gestures. I also felt slightly confused... I knew grape leaves were not good to eat - I'd tried them and found them distinctly unpalatable. How could these women turn them into food?
last year, my parents moved back into the house we lived in until i was four, and we left the inner city for the country. It has been tenanted for more than twenty five years. Walking through those rooms again is odd, in ways i cannot even begin to describe.
It can't have been though, I remember at least one earlier, of finding my cot had been replaced by a real bed... that must have been just before I became a sister.
Another memory of that time... watching as a flock of black clad woman stripped our grapevine of leaves, so they could make dolmades. I remember not being phased so much by the unfamiliar language they were speaking, but their energy, noise and odd quick gestures. I also felt slightly confused... I knew grape leaves were not good to eat - I'd tried them and found them distinctly unpalatable. How could these women turn them into food?
last year, my parents moved back into the house we lived in until i was four, and we left the inner city for the country. It has been tenanted for more than twenty five years. Walking through those rooms again is odd, in ways i cannot even begin to describe.