Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Mama-s Hat!
dedicato. Cousin Jake.
...Sunday lunch...the SPUDS were fried along with the Yorkshire Pud. The ROAST got boiled, somehow, and the Veggies still had roots! She wore, daily, a Gypsy bandana...at our house. And the days, seasons, knew NO clock. The sun went DOWN, Mama was UP. And always, pre-occupied, rollie-cigarette-clenched tween Lanvin Number-whassit lips, dressed in kimono silks, turquoise, ringlets, joss sticks aromatica!...My Mama-s hat!
We OWED money to all and sundry and....Mama instilled....IF ANYONE from the GOVERNMENT shows up...ACT STUPID!!!....So I grew up smart.
Did I mention Mama also played the rental-Johanna. A dying upright Piano...gliding through Erik Satie, Debussey, Chopin... when she thought there was no-one around.....My Mama-s hat!
c.2019, October. Truro, Cornwall, U.K.
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