My writing group is now in session…having been asked to write about a best childhood memory…do you want to know mine?
One of so many best memories from my childhood was living with my French grandmother “Mame Jane.”
One such occasion was when she showed me what she called her ‘treasures.’ Led into her Provençale dining room at the buffet, she paused, then pulled out the middle drawer where inside I saw a red velvet cloth. She gently caressed the cloth which contained several individual pouches. What were these treasures? I noticed how carefully she opened the pouches laying her precious parakeets of long ago on the table. You see, Mame Jane kept her birds in the house free to fly, but by nightfall they always managed to return to their cage. Whenever they died, she had them preserved.
No wonder my love for birds and writing about them surely must have come from her love for her flying companions.
Painting by Vanessa Bell
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