My aunt Deirdre took me shopping at this really chic hippie-like store in Amherst that sold everything and my aunt and I
were allowed to buy as much as we wanted at no cost. I picked out some
clothes, some Jewelry and there entire stock of Excedrin. It was the
Christmas Season and there were Christmas wreathes made of Palms (from
Cape Cod?) Every summer when I was little my grandmother would take
her six children and there kids (there weren't that many grandchildren yet)
to Cape Cod. My aunt really wanted that wreath but they were 3-4 four
stories up so she had to climb onto Santa's shoulder's and jump up. I still
don't know why she was able to reach. As she jumped they shot
fireworks off and I realized that the modern store building sort of faded
into a crumbling castle without a roof at the top. Sparks flew so they
sprayed water into the air. She got the wreathe but she fell....
Lying on the ground cradling her head in my lap, with the wreathe to the
side I called her husband but she didn't want to talk to him, she had told
him her and I were in Thailand. The ambulance took forever to get there.
My Uncle Charlie seemed more concerned about me than his wife. He
wanted to know if I needed a ride to the hospital and I reminded him I had
her car with me. The oddest part of it was [surviving the four story fall, but then a kid at my college did that last week....