It was serene and blissful that corrugated life
The summer season came and went for years. On edge that house
Became the boarding quarters for life’s strange and diverse workers who
Traveled to and from the bigger cities to encamp in the foothills of the
Mountains for rest and to visit and to work at the race track.
Annually we migrated from our bedrooms to the downstairs area where mine was
In the kitchen dinette. It was a terrible imposition and summer became loathed rather than welcomed. But that is how we paid the heating bill for the Winter. My accommodations was a small depository less than a prisoner’s cell
Enough to hold a fold away. For three months I lived in fetal repose when in the
Early morning routinely Agnes McNulty, my mother’s
Friend from NY City would come down the back stairs and wake us
Intruding with conversartion, highly pitched until we all had to roll
Over and over to keep pace with the speed and tone.
She was a tall lanky women who wore her hose low on her legs so that they looked
More abundant than necessary as if she had money to spare and bought more volume, her hair was straw like but blond that was touched at all ends spiraling down to her shoulders,
She was about 48 years old but seemed like very much older..I used to like to think of her
As an old aged movie starlet because she was stranger than life and bigger than us.
She regaled my mom with stories of her life in the big city which we did not
Have any fancy to visit. I was eleven years old and can remember only that she was
Loud, boisterous and took over the house as a border.
But she grew on you.There was little choice.
We had six bedrooms and all were rented every year and well had to wait until they all got through
Until we could use the toilet facilities. Our house was built in 1845 and was a boarding house from 1946 until 1979 when mom got too tired and old to continue and I left town.
It has been years since then and I wonder where all those folks went that stayed with us and I
Want to call and see if Agnes is in town or in the big city or still alive but
I can’t remember how to contact her..they always contacted my mom and they always said
“we’ll contact you next year and we will be back.”
They always came back. Don’t they always come back?