Fondmem.....as they come...No recorder in the brain....Left to recall....
*visiting produce market on Blanding Blvd...Lakeshore area....many yrs back with Lee M.
Looking for something his mother wanted.
The smell made me think of Saturday Market in the towncentre of Bridgnorth.
*fires in the hearth in my childhood home.
Chestnuts.
nobody else around...just staring at the flames.
cracking, crackling, popping....dodging the spitting embers.
Once, whilst back in my room, i heard an enormous POP!
Went down to the den to behold my father with a dazed and wild haired look on his face.
He'd been given a felled tree by former neighbors who were parents of 2 teenaged boys.
Within one of the innocent logs intended to provide a comfortable flame , one of the boys had embedded some type of shell, metal ammo casing, something (not familiar with terms and function and such).....As its sweet and organic host began to warm and accept its chemical alteration, the shell followed through as was its conceived purpose and exploded. My father had been leaning into the fireplace surround, stoking, arranging, probably bare-handedly shifting dim and barely warm bits of twig and paper and trunk.....
Amazingly, he was uninjured, just a bit of buzzing about his head, in the canals of his ears....Hair tossed about, wispy scientist-hard-at-work-all-night look about him. Almost had a creature from the lab thing going....Dazed, taking in the new world...in my mom's orange den.
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