A memoir by Violet Isaac
Sicamous, BC
It is December 25, 1944. A long red tablecloth is the central focus in a blurred snapshot stored in my narrow focused view. I can’t see Grandma, who most certainly is near the big wood-burning stove, or perhaps in the long adjoining pantry. At some point I sneak into the pantry where the pies are lined up neatly on the counter. Oh, I see a big bowl of popcorn balls! I want to take one but I don’t dare. All the aunties are in the kitchen… read more→
The Red Tablecloth
Copyright © Violet Isaac, 2020
What a delightful short story. I can visualize the house, the people, the connection the women have with each other, discussing their pregnancies, and a little girl absorbing everything she sees and hears.
The Red Tablecloth is an emblem for her, invoking pleasant memories.
Well done
Hi Vi,
Not just an artist, but a writer too. Impressive!
Val
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Loved this story, Vi! ?