This was different! They are going to publish an article I wrote about the security our family felt in the "root cellar" during threatening weather when I was a child. The magazine wants to print a PICTURE of the root cellar.
I went on the hunt in the "picture closet" and after about 20 minutes of digging, found this!
There is it!!! In all it's glory!
My grandfather is posing with the two "delights" of his heart. I am 7 years old here, looking a little pouty because evidently I'd just trimmed my bangs myself and was sporting a rather angular look.
My sister is holding her Bible, so this must have been taken on a Sunday morning before heading out to church.
In the background is the cellar door! Notice the mound on the horizon with the ventilation pipe sticking up out of the dirt.
Now THIS safe place is VERY DIFFERENT than the ones being installed in our neighborhood these days. It was lined with shelves filled with potatoes and canned goods a few old rickety chairs and was home to various types of spiders. It was dark, damp and dirty. And during scary wind storms it became the place for the family of 5, (me, my sister, grandmother, grandfather, & bachelor uncle) to take refuge and play games! My granny was a fun activities director with "simon says" and "singing contests." Only my grandfather was aware of the threat of being blown away, we were just having fun after being routed out of warm beds to make the cold, windy, rainy race to the cellar door. Bad clouds always seemed to appear in the middle of the night.
The root cellar has long since been filled in with dirt, it no longer harbors frightened men and giggling girls. The spiders have moved on. It's just a memory now.
SO....we'll see if the magazine wants this picture! No one ever dreamed that ANYONE would be interested in that ancient memory!
By the way, exactly WHEN did I become the person of "ancient" memories?
Am I no longer that little girl with the crooked bangs???
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