The Kitchen |
The front porch and the
bougainvillea
were just outside this door. This shot was taken late enough to
show the free-standing dishwasher at right,
whose accession put an end to a retrospectively-treasured
tradition of singing together at the sink after supper. |
I think this stool came with us from
Utah. Or if not, we had
one there much like it. I remember it from a very
early age. It turned out that a small person could achieve quite remarkable sympathetic vibrations in
a common knife-sharpener by the simple expedient of
setting it (the sharpener) on top of the tall kitchen stool and
then dragging or pushing the latter across the linoleum*. I recall being puzzled that Mammy wearied of my scientific investigations so rapidly and so decisively. Pappy took this picture, and rather a lot of others, in support of vocabulary exercises for his French and Spanish students. He’d flash tachistoscopically through a whole tray of them, so that his charges could respond with the proper words. In those days, this qualified as high-tech language instruction. Pappy always did love his gadgets. |
*Actually, this floor was more “modern” than linoleum: a rather early version of vinyl/asbestos tile. I remember “helping” Pappy install it, in a late stage of the remodeling process. Came away having added the term “mastic” to my nascent vocabulary. |
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