Little bugs… and cookies.
Sometimes, when you least expect to find something…. you find it.
It could be anything really. Anything.
Tonight I was watching the news. I found out that a tree fell on Mrs. Kohler’s house. Her house used to be yellow… the kind of yellow that you would find when you opened a pack of banana taffy. I saw on the news that her house is now blue. She doesn’t live there any more. I was a kid… growing up on Bruce Avenue when I last saw her. She died a long time ago.
Her husband’s name was Dick. Dick and Ethel Kohler. They had a 1969 Black Volkswagen. They kept it in their garage which had the kind of doors that opened side to side… like accordion panels. When they’d go out, which wasn’t often, they would take that shiny 1969 Black Bug. When they returned, they would dust it off with a soft white cloth, and then cover it up.
I always thought this was strange. My Mom and Dad didn’t do anything like that with our greenish gold station wagon… which was always loaded with a kaboodle of kids.
I liked Mr. and Mrs. Kohler. Their kitchen always smelled like Pine-Sol. They were nice to me. And they always seemed to have fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. I used to go up to their back steps and knock on the white creaky screen door… just to say hi. Looking back, I think my real motive was a cookie.
Their black Volkswagen was eventually my first car. I learned how to drive in that shiny black Bug.
So… watching the news tonight… when I least expected it… I found all these memories.
They were always there. I just hadn’t noticed them in a while. A found treasure.
Which had been long camouflaged in the brain.
But one little glimmer… tipped it all off.
I like when I find little treasures. They really are everywhere, if I look. I am glad for that. Thankful.
“A hidden connection is stronger than an obvious one.” – Heraclitus of Ephesus
“The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us.” – Ashley Montagu