I made them last Thanksgiving on a nostalgic whim. With the very first bite I was back at Thanksgivings past, in the basement of my aunt’s and uncle’s house.
The basement had a large empty room with a cement floor. It was great for rollerskating – we’d get up some speed, grab one of the support poles and whip around it. My sisters and cousins and I played many make shift games down there, but I was specifically transported into “caught by the light.”
Here’s how we played:
Midway down one of the walls was a lavatory. One person would go into the lav, shut the door and turn on the light. Then we turned off all the lights in the room making it pitch black. Everyone would run back and forth across the blackened room. As soon as the person in the lav started to open the door, the runners would have to freeze. The door opener had the power to cast a broad light or a narrow light. Anyone caught in it was out.
It just now occurred to me that I was happily “caught in the Light” many years later and now I am forever in.
Chanel No. 5
Whenever I walk through the aisles of beauty and catch a whiff of Chanel No. 5, I am in Florida at Christmastime. In the large kitchen of my beautiful, sophisticated, Chanel No. 5 wearing Aunt Annabelle. We’re doing something special like making popcorn balls. Yep, Chanel No. 5 always equals Aunt Annabelle.
The Singing Nun. Johnny Mathis – especially Up, Up and Away. Maria Callas. Edith Piaf. Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass. Nancy Sinatra – These Boots are Made for Walkin’. The soundtrack to Jesus Christ Superstar – Everything’s Alright and I Don’t Know How to Love Him.
Those were the sounds of my childhood.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Transporter.”