Memories for Sale

     

My grandparents’ living room in Tulsa was long, with French doors leading to the screened porch at one end and a floor-to-ceiling window at the other end, all the better to catch those elusive breezes in pre-airconditioning Oklahoma.

Heaven in a can

After all that virtuous talk of vegetables, it’s only right that I own

up to a few guilty pleasures.

Sweet smell of pollution

        I am the Keeper of the Windows at our house.

Sooner Recollections

     Since I will be away from the blogging world for a few days, here is a past entry you may find interesting. 
     There are a few more entries in the archives under the category of  'Oklahoma'. 

Oklahoma Sundays

I remember sitting in the back seat of our 1950s Ford in Virginia, drawing images in the window's condensation with my white, soon to be grey-fingered, gloves.

What Air Conditioning Took From Us

          My grandfather's house in Oklahoma, large, with whitewashed brick, was where I spent much of the summer during my pre-air conditioning childhood.

Far Away Time

On special holidays and birthdays our phone in Virginia would ring.

It would be my grandfather calling from Oklahoma