Nash, Edith / Practice the here and now: selected writings of Edith Nash
I can only remember, p. 23
I Can Only Remember 23 What am I a mother, a wife, a widow? Or a black-haired girl in my brother's pants running down a path barefoot through pine woods. Relatives say I was always laughing I can only remember fear, nightmares, disappointments, uncertainties. I can remember stealing hard money from my mother's purse. I can remember my father gathering up little packets of chocolate cigarettes after he had thrown them aside. I had put them around his place at the table at his birthday breakfast. I can remember coming home late and my mother surprising my best woman friend sitting on the floor outside the downstairs lavatory while Danny Ryan threw up. Relatives say I was always laughing.
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