10/28/11 – This is an excerpt from “Aunt Clara”.
It’s a balmy day in early September; morning time, around 7:45. Already the temperature is seventy-six degrees. The sun is shining brightly and the plant life is still a rich green color. On this otherwise quiet street, the birds have not yet finished their morning serenade.
Three sets of feet are tapping the pavement in uneven tempo. I am flanked by two women. They each have one of my tiny hands in theirs. I look down at my brand new brown and white saddle shoes, and I smile. I start to skip over the cracks in the sidewalk.
A slight breeze blows and I catch the scent of one of their perfumes.
I am feeling very excited. I don’t know exactly what to expect, but these two seem to think it will be great.
It’s my first day of kindergarten, and my mom and Aunt Clara, are escorting me on the one-mile trek to school.
My Aunt looks down at me with a huge smile, “Lover girl, I can’t believe you are starting school today!”
This is my first recollection of my aunt Clara. I know she was in my life way before my first day of school; there are photos of us together to prove that. But this is the first day I can see her as vividly as if I were watching the scene on a high-definition screen.