Sunday, January 06, 2008

Many Sundays

in Douglas, Arizona after church my grandmother's house was a quiet refuge. A big bed by a big window with a view through the porch vines to the street. Sixth Street, four house east of A Avenue.

The breeze through the sheer drapes. The other window had one of those pull down paper shades. That whole house is etched in my memory forever. It sold for eight thousand dollars when my mom moved grandma up to Tucson. I was heartbroken. I wanted to keep it forever. I still drive by the house almost every time I'm in Douglas but I visit it much more often than that.

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