memory trippin’
I got word yesterday that my first teacher (literally, not just metaphorically) had just passed away…the floodgates opened and the memories poured out to the point that I barely got any sleep last night…the only way I’m gonna get to the funeral is if I can borrow the roommate’s vehicle–an idea that didn’t sit well with her at all…
ten years after kindergarten, the teacher and I were reunited when I joined a band which included her oldest son…her husband was the band manager…quite a few years after that, I semi-spontaneously paid her a visit…I was probably hoping to run into her son John, but seeing her again was really nice…The way I remember it now she hadn’t changed a bit since 1969…I stopped by one more time not too long ago; she wasn’t home, but her youngest son was…he was the “spittin’ image” of his brother John–I’m sure I looked as white as a sheet when I first saw him…
so for the time being, I’m having a fair amount of trouble keeping the focus on “now” because in my Mind I’m back in grade school…and grade school was in some ways much more fun than high school, and certainly more fun (most of the time) than adulthood…I think THAT’S a common sentiment BTW…for me personally, grade school was an escape from the domestic conflicts my parents had–Mom had a “fondness” for beer; me and Dad weren’t happy about that…oddly enough, the year I graduated from Grade school was the same year Mom got sober (that sobriety lasted ten years)…
in any case, it’s gonna be a very innaresting weekend, to put it mildly…
ADDENDUM–the flood of memories has slowed a bunch, but hasn’t completely stopped…it’s become like a CD player on REPEAT…uploaded the 2 class pictures I still have onto the other FB…they were taken 5 years apart…couldn’t remember most of the 1st Grade group, identified most of the later group…with three exceptions…there was a bit of “crossover” between the two groups…as far as going to the funeral of the woman who triggered this flashback, hopefully the roommate will have a change of heart by Monday…