11. More Memory
Snippets
Let 'em Fish!
This took place in a bar in Ajo, Arizona I think.
We on our way home from Puerto Peñasco and my
parents likely didn't care to wait to get back to
Tempe before they could have a beer or two.
There was an old man in there in a sentimental
state of mind talking about my brothers and me. He
was giving my parents ideas of what to do for us
to have fun. My dad mentioned that we had just
come back from Minnesota where we had done a lot
of fishing.
This struck a note with the old guy.
"Oh, let 'em fish! Let 'em fish!" he said
passionately.
I guess I hadn't had enough experience with this
roadhouse elocution to recognize it because after
we left, I asked my mom, "Didn't you think that
guy was a little crazy?"
"Oh, no, no," she said. "He was just an old man
missing his kids and wishing he were young again."
Healthy Fish
My dad once told me that some guy was being
interviewed about raising catfish in stock tanks
on a ranch. He was a crusty old ranch hand and he
told the interviewer that you had to check the PH
to make sure it was correct. Very important.
"Gosh," said the interviewer. "What's PH?"
"Do you want healthy fish?" the guy replied.
"Yes, of course," she answered. "But what is PH?
"Look lady," he said. "Do you want healthy fish or
NOT?"
Eskimo Diet
I could swear that my mom told me more than once
that at the beginning of winter an Eskimo would
catch a fish and bite off half of it and save the
rest for the spring thaw whereupon he would eat
what was left and that would be all he ate in an
entire year.
There is some question in my mind about whether
this memory is the result of youthful and
undeveloped listening skills.
SUNSETS
Sunsets like You Wouldn't Believe!
When we first came to Arizona in 1958, it was a
rebirth of kinds to be in a new world with modern
one-story flat-topped houses, open vistas, and 300
hundred days of blazing sun. My father used to
call people back in Louisville and he would say,
"Sunsets like you wouldn't believe!"
When I mentioned this memory to my brother Steve,
he said he wrote back to a guy in Louiville named
Craig and told him about the the silhouettes he
had seen of people on horseback set against the
beautiful sunsets, but he didn't remember whether
he saw them for real or was just describing what
he had seen on a postcard.
Sunset Feb 2021.jpg
Fruit Cans THERE'S AN
ILLUSTRATED VERSION HERE: Fruit
Cans
I'm sure they don't make them anymore; those
little tin cans of frozen, concentrated fruit
juice. They use paper now, I'll bet. But I still
remember the little ones. A can that size went a
long way and the cans themselves and I'm guessing
that the thickness of the sheet metal used for
cans in general was standardized. That meant that
these little ones were sturdier than the average
sized ones. Even the seam running up the side
looked bigger and tougher. At least to me.
Everybody's parents used the empties quite a lot
because they were about the correct size for their
younger children to drink out of. A twelve-ounce
can would be too large.
I remember drinking milk and fruit juice out of
them too, but the memory that first comes to mind
deals with how my mom found them convenient. She
used to supply me with one filled up with beer and
I can recall happily walking around the livingroom
at age four in Louisville sipping my hoppy, soapy
brew. I think she might have done it to calm me
down and stop my endless chinwag.
Some will say that drugging a child in this way is
to stray from the path of goodness, but as far as
crimes go this seems small potatoes to me.
From Parece que fuera ayer (It
Seems Like Only Yesterday) Strange incidents
are snippets too I guess. If they're small
enough.
Strange Incident Number One
As a child, my brother made a time machine from
cardboard boxes on our patio. When he got inside,
something mysterious took place.
Through a crack in the cardboard, a ray of light
entered that made an image on one of the cardboard
walls. The image on the wall shone with all the
colors of the rainbow as if the light had passed
through a prism or as if my brother were looking
at it through gasoline fumes.
It was the image of a pterodactyl.
Strange Incident Number Six
Yesterday when I was going through my pictures
on the computer, I found a thirty-minute video. It
had no name. When I started watching it, however,
I at once realized that it was a movie of me in
the hospital after my surgery to replace my
shoulder that had been shattered in a fall.
Apparently, my camera was in the bed and I had
inadvertently pushed a button and the camera began
to film without anyone knowing it.
My brother can be seen.
"What's that?" I asked him.
"What?" he answered.
"Is it a bug?"
"What do you mean, a bug?" he answered. "There
aren't any bugs in the recovery rooms."
"It's a cockroach!" I insisted.
"You're imagining things," he said and left.
I fell asleep at once. You can hear the sound of
my breathing for more than ten minutes. Then
someone knocks on the door and I wake up.
"Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!" I groan apparently in agony.
"Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!"
You can hear the sound of the person entering the
room and I ask, "Is there soda pop? I want a pop!"
"I don't have any," replied the nurse. "I've
brought your breakfast."
"Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!" I groan again. Then I shout in
Spanish, "¡Tocino!" And then in English, "Oh,
happy day!"
You can see my hand with a strip of bacon in it.
Suceso raro número seis
Ayer al repasar mis fotos en la computadora
encontré un video de treinta minutos. No tenía
título. Al verlo, sin embargo, inmediatamente me
di cuenta de que era un video de mí en el hospital
después de mi cirugía para reemplazar mi hombro
que había sido desmenuzado en una caída.
Aparentemente mi cámara estaba en la cama y yo
había pulsado un botón sin querer y la cámara
empezó a filmar sin que nadie lo supiera.
Se puede ver a mi hermano.
—¿Qué es esto? —le pregunté.
—¿Qué? —contestó.
—¿Es un bicho?
—¿Cómo que un bicho? —respondió él—. No hay bichos
en los cuartos de recuperación.
—¡Es una cucaracha! —insistí.
—Te estás imaginando cosas —dijo y salió.
Me quedé dormido enseguida. Se puede oír el sonido
de mi respiración por más de diez minutos.
Entonces alguien golpea en la puerta y me
despierta.
—Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh! —gimo aparentemente en agonía—.
Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!
Se puede oír el sonido de la persona entrando en
el cuarto y yo le pregunto:
—¿Hay refrescos? ¡Quisiera un refresco!
—No tengo —dice la enfermera—. He traído su
desayuno.
—Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh! —gimo otra vez.
Entonces grito en español: "¡Tocino!" Y entonces
en inglés: "Oh, happy day!"
Se puede ver mi
mano sosteniendo una rebanada de tocino.
Strange Incident Number Two
I must have been six years old when my family was
on vacation on the coast. I was swimming in the
ocean. Suddenly, a wave hit me from behind. The
blow was so strong and unexpected that—I don't
know how—I could see my own face along with my own
expression of shocked surprise in front of my own
eyes.
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