If I could be a fly on the wall at any time in history, I’d want to be just out of swatting-reach in the kitchen where my grandfather and his 12 brothers and sisters were being served boiled carrot for dinner. Just carrot. Not with scalloped potatoes or steak like we had tonight. And not followed by a cute little tub of chocolate mousse from the supermarket.
I’d listen to what they talked about and how happy they were.
And I’d still be sitting there when my grandfather walked into the kitchen the next day to announce that he’d been sent home from school because he didn’t have any shoes on. And I’d watch his mother cut the tops off her own long button-up boots. I might fly behind my grandfather as he walked back to school that day with his new shoes on or maybe I’d have stayed on the kitchen wall to see what his mum did after that.
Today we went to a family reunion. Those 13 kids and their families have been getting together every year for over 60 years, but today there are just two of them left. I wonder were they amongst the ones who used to collect the tiny bits of sheep’s wool caught in wire fences to put in a bag and sell.
Today’s prompt in Clairey Hewitt‘s I’m Blogging Every Day in May! is ‘You can be a fly on the wall at any time/stage of history, where do you go?’
Where would you go?