All tagged — TC

We got up at 6:00 a.m., shoveled for half an hour, went to 6:45 a.m. Mass with my mother at St. Anthony’s Catholic Church two blocks away, came home, shoveled the rest of the snow, ate breakfast, went to school. By that time, it was light out.

It wound in and out of the crevices of the rocks, flashing onto the roadside, curling into the air like a wave, landing and slithering back into the rocks, out again a few feet away, always watching us.

I loved to read your letters to Mary Ruth when you were alive and writing them. They were always the same, in ways – accounts of what the neighbors were doing, what you found at the grocery store, a trip out to the country for fresh fruit, how much jam you made that day, the health of your parents.

The train went by about a half mile away, singing its yearning song day and night. The hammers in the steel foundry next to the railroad pounded most of the time, and the factory whistles for Clark Equipment sounded at noon and 6:00 p.m.