NoJoMo 25 -- in The Common Room

Prompt – What is your most vivid memory of the kitchen in your childhood?

THE kitchen would not be in the little rent house on Eden street, where Momma and I (and Daddy, before the war) lived and she did not like me in the kitchen because she wa afraid I’d get hurt. THE kitchen would be across the street, at the top of Eden hill, on the big corner lot where Granmama Lincicome and Granpa Lincicome, Momma’s parents, lived.

… which deserves a lot more than I can give it tonight. I’ll add to it tomorrow.

Last updated November 16, 2017