It's C's birthday today. She is a very old person now. To remind her (gently!) that she was once quite young, I rescued some old school photographs out of a box. Unfortunately, none of these pictures were labelled. Have I put them in the right order, youngest at top? Is the notion of chronology even appropriate at this point? Is time an elastic concept, and the past only as relevant as memory? Does Cleveland have any chance against Baltimore this weekend? Birthdays are so imbued with reflection.
People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m
Yes, they are in order. And I remember every one of those outfits. I even remember the texture of the fabrics!
ReplyDeleteStill young at heart. I hope you had a lovely day.
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