Watermelon
Would you say “1952 Summer” was the ‘Good Old Days’? What brought this to mind was this week’s grocery ad with a picture of watermelon @$4.88.
Sundays, then was good for long walks. My mother like to walk and I was the ‘tag along kid’. So we headed toward Warne Ave., with a prayer stop at the Pink Sisters. Some Sundays, we would stay for Benediction. Headed now toward Broadway, and going North, toward Taylor Ave., found a Farmer’s Stand. The best looking watermelons , just begging to be bought. We bought one! ‘Who’, got the job to carry ‘it’, home?
One arm , then the other, both arms , then, up on the top of my head. No bag to carry , ‘it’. This watermelon, was getting bigger and heavier with each step.We cut through Calvary Cemetery, stopped to ‘rest’ with the ‘Smart and Brady’s’, final rest area, which I thought I’d soon be joining.
By the time we arrived ‘ Home’, that ‘watermelon’, was the last thing I wanted.
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