As a child I was always eager for June to arrive.
June brought trips to the beach, pizza parties, sunbathing poolside, Kool-Aid, cokes, and ice cream. June meant picnics, Mickey Mouse, and the scent of chlorine in your hair.
June was an icy glass sweating in the breeze of a high ceiling fan, sunburned thighs, dancing to the late-night radio in a still-hot kitchen under the blue-white hum of a fluorescent light.
June was hot hands plunged into an arctic ice chest, cold fried chicken on a park bench, and endless stretches of highway, burning in the sun.
June seemed to come so slowly, shine so brightly, and leave too quickly, but our days were always the warmer and sunnier for it.
Dedicated to my grandmother, Catherine June Gettys (1920 – 2008)
Today's lesson: A rainy summer day in the Bay Area leads me to write a maudlin post.
Next: Something less maudlin.
June brought trips to the beach, pizza parties, sunbathing poolside, Kool-Aid, cokes, and ice cream. June meant picnics, Mickey Mouse, and the scent of chlorine in your hair.
June was an icy glass sweating in the breeze of a high ceiling fan, sunburned thighs, dancing to the late-night radio in a still-hot kitchen under the blue-white hum of a fluorescent light.
June was hot hands plunged into an arctic ice chest, cold fried chicken on a park bench, and endless stretches of highway, burning in the sun.
June seemed to come so slowly, shine so brightly, and leave too quickly, but our days were always the warmer and sunnier for it.
Dedicated to my grandmother, Catherine June Gettys (1920 – 2008)
Today's lesson: A rainy summer day in the Bay Area leads me to write a maudlin post.
Next: Something less maudlin.
Sunbathing poolside? Sure you burned to a crisp!
ReplyDeleteI had melanin... until about age 10. Now I just have really lousy skin and a lot of freckles.
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