After my wife read these thoughts, she pointed out the importance of marking the time of thoughts in connection with the events of our lives. December 24, Perhaps I should say this is not so much the review of a book, but the response A Christmas Memory still draws from me each year when I read it. Perhaps it is just a simple statement of the preciousness of memory and the gift it brings us to keep things alive within us, though those things have been gone from us for many years. Toys, books, friends, parents, lovers, spouses, children.
Imagine a morning in late November. A coming of winter morning more than twenty years ago. Consider the kitchen of a spreading old house in a country town.
A great black stove is its main feature; but there is also a big round table and a fireplace with two rocking chairs placed in front of it. Just today the fireplace commenced its seasonal roar.
A woman with shorn white hair is standing at the kitchen window. She is wearing tennis shoes and a shapeless gray sweater over a summery calico dress.
She is small and sprightly, like a bantam hen; but, due to a long youthful illness, her shoulders are pitifully hunched. I am seven; she is sixty-something, We are cousins, very distant ones, and we have lived together—well, as long as I can remember.
Other people inhabit the house, relatives; and though they have power over us, and frequently make us cry, we are not, on the whole, too much aware of them. She calls me Buddy, in memory of a boy who was formerly her best friend.
She is still a child.
Oh, Buddy, stop stuffing biscuit and fetch our buggy. Help me find my hat. Together, we guide our buggy, a dilapidated baby carriage, out to the garden and into a grove of pecan trees.
The buggy is mine; that is, it was bought for me when I was born. But it is a faithful object; springtimes, we take it to the woods and fill it with flowers, herbs, wild fern for our porch pots; in the summer, we pile it with picnic paraphernalia and sugar-cane fishing poles and roll it down to the edge of a creek; it has its winter uses, too: Queenie is trotting beside it now.
Three hours later we are back in the kitchen hulling a heaping buggyload of windfall pecans. Our backs hurt from gathering them: A cheery crunch, scraps of miniature thunder sound as the shells collapse and the golden mound of sweet oily ivory meat mounts in the milk-glass bowl.
Queenie begs to taste, and now and again my friend sneaks her a mite, though insisting we deprive ourselves. Dusk turns the window into a mirror: At last, when the moon is quite high, we toss the final hull into the fire and, with joined sighs, watch it catch flame.
The buggy is empty, the bowl is brimful. We eat our supper cold biscuits, bacon, blackberry jam and discuss tomorrow. Tomorrow the kind of work I like best begins: Cherries and citron, ginger and vanilla and canned Hawaiian pine-apple, rinds and raisins and walnuts and whiskey and oh, so much flour, butter, so many eggs, spices, flavorings: But before these Purchases can be made, there is the question of money.
Neither of us has any. Except for skin-flint sums persons in the house occasionally provide a dime is considered very big money ; or what we earn ourselves from various activities: Once we won seventy-ninth prize, five dollars, in a national football contest.
Not that we know a fool thing about football. To tell the truth, our only really profitable enterprise was the Fun and Freak Museum we conducted in a back-yard woodshed two summers ago.
Every body hereabouts wanted to see that biddy: And took in a good twenty dollars before the museum shut down due to the decease of the main attraction.Dec 21, · Directed by Glenn Jordan. With Patty Duke, Piper Laurie, Jeffrey DeMunn, Anita Gillette.
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TRUMAN CAPOTE was born in and died in Based on his own boyhood in rural Alabama in the s, A Christmas Memory was orginally published in Mademoiselle in and later was included in Breakfast at Tiffany's.
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