Badge by Doobster @ Mindful Digressions
This week’s prompt: “bone”
‘Can I have a sandwich?’ I asked.
‘In a minute,’ my aging neighbour would say.
‘Oh but I’m hungry.’
‘You have wait a bit, I have a bone in my leg.’
I was brought up with that saying as my old neighbour who was very old when I was kid would sit out in the sun and I would go over and sit with her and we’d talk about one thing and another. But as soon I asked anything that required her to get up out would come the “ bone in my leg’ statement.
She was a delightful old lady who had the same surname as me though we were Irish Catholic and she was Protestant Congregationalist.
I spent so much of my childhood in her garden or front sunroom. She had photo albums full of flood photos as I live in a place where some huge floods have occurred over the years.
We would sit for hours looking through them and she could recount stories of the great flood in ‘55, which came up under my house and rose to with two inches of the floorboards.
She was the reason I learned to spell bread because if I wanted a sandwich I had to spell bread and as I did want one, as a kid I ate constantly I am sure, bread became a word worth knowing as it meant that bone in her leg would be put to work carrying her small but round frame out into her kitchen where she would fix me a vegemite sandwich, the staple for any Australian kid.