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Monday, July 26, 2010

Mind tricks

About five or so years ago, I was driving down Second Street between South Grand and Lawrence with my mom in the car. Suddenly an image of something came seeping into my memories.

I said to my mom, I remember when I was a little girl grandma (my mom's mom) taking me to one of these old houses on a Saturday morning in her '48 Dodge. I sat at a table by a sunny window in a lady's kitchen while grandma and the lady talked. I pointed to a house on the east side of the street, but I wasn't sure if that was the exact house.

My mom said, "that's impossible. Mom never knew anyone around here." But, the memory seemed so clear at the time. It still does. Although, the memory of the conversation with my mom is strangely fading.

Well, this weekend I was browsing around the Latter Day Saints' (keeper of the records) new beta family search site and found a page from a 1900 census which listed my grandma as a 12 year old girl. The second youngest of many kids, her family lived in a house at 235 East Scarritt -- about one block and around the corner from where my mom and I were in the car that time.

It's not unrealistic to me that in the 1960s (when I would have been in that house, if I really was in that house, that is) my grandma did know someone in that neighborhood and took me to visit. It might have even been someone who lived on Second Street when my grandma lived on Scarritt in 1900.

So, I started to get up from my chair to go find my mom to tell her of my discovery. But, then I remembered she doesn't live here. For a second I thought about calling her on the phone, but then I realized she passed away about a year after we had that conversation in the car. Like I said, mind tricks.

I've since driven by the address on Scarritt. The house is still there. It looks like it could be 110 or more years old. I stopped in front and tried to imagine my grandma as a 12 year old girl standing in the front door looking for her friend from Second Street to come over. I could almost see her.

Bonus memories about that 1948 Dodge: I believe it started out as blue, probably a shiny dark navy blue. But, by the time I knew it, it had faded to a chalky purple. Also, the stick shift came straight out of the floor and seemed about a yard long and it crooked a few degrees in the middle towards the driver. I was always so impressed with how gracefully my grandma maneuvered that thing.

(In the event this post freaks anyone out, don't freak. I'm okay. Really.)

Posted by Marie at July 26, 2010 11:30 PM

Comments

It happens. I've had a similar incident or two in my life, though not with my Mom (who's still going strong, knock on wood).

Posted by: ben Author Profile Page at July 27, 2010 6:53 PM

I think it's entirely possible your Mom didn't know of an old neighborhood friend of her Mom's. My sisters, brother, and I know almost nothing of Mom's childhood friends except that she had lots of them.

Posted by: Rob Author Profile Page at July 28, 2010 1:46 PM

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