Six Sentence Stories: Life around the Block
6 Sentence Stories: This week’s cue is block
“Life around the Block”
(A childhood perspective)
-This was the 1940’s when I was 5 and 6 years old, my family lived several blocks away from my grandparent’s house, on the same street, a long street that seemed to stretch from one end of the city to the other, though it didn’t really and so I realized it when I saw this street again as an adult.
-My grandmother had one of these old fashioned ice box (it was the modern refrigerator of the day), a box on stilts into which was placed a huge block of ice, delivered by the ice man by truck, ice that kept the family food fresh.
-When my family visited my grandparents on Sundays, my parents would give us children one quarter each to spend on treats at the little candy store situated two blocks down.
-With that quarter, each of us would buy one ice cream cone, chips and an assortment of gooey 1-cent candies, (mostly sugar, enough to keep us burning steam for the rest of the day) and of course we also had our candy cigarettes and took turns putting on airs while sporting our pretend licorice cigars, the ones with a flaming orange tip at the end.
-At my house, life took place around the block where all the yards of our row houses were knitted together, including the local Church Yard, yards where we played games like “Kick the Can”, Hide and Seek and, best of all, the girls watched the boys climb up on the garages cheering them on while they leaped from one garage to the other, garages all set up in a row, just like all the houses, the boys being extra careful not to fall and scrape their skin because the yards were covered with the used white coal of the old furnaces, this coal spread out over the yards like a carpet of torture which left us with the notion that supposedly that’s where you disposed of the old, unusable burnt coal.
-That was the good old days and we knew nothing else than what we had and that was just great because we lived and played with anything we could find and sometimes we had nothing material but had fun just inventing games or sliding off the garage in winter since we had so much snow back then and my dad would build us a long toboggan hill from the top of the garage and my grand dad made a skating rink in his backyard so winter was all fun outdoors, and that was life around the block.
Hélène Vaillant ©Thoughts
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This week’s prompt was block