“She was so stupid,” said Aunt Ellen, and he could see it was like the bottom fell out of her because his mother no longer sat opposite to put in her two cents. He assumed it was for want of anything better, but she told the story about the cow and the air raid once again. He took his aunt to a cafeteria and asked her about the old days. But then his mother died, and after the funeral the subject came up between him and Aunt Ellen. She lived in the building opposite and the last thing he and his mother always did before they went to bed was stand at the window of the living room and wave to her.Īll the time his mother lay sick, she and Ellen never spoke of Grandmother and her ways. Aunt Ellen would change the subject, or decide it was time to go home. She was stupid, Aunt Ellen would say, and his mother would snigger and Aunt Ellen would look at her sister with a flicker in her eye. That’s how Aunt Ellen told the story, and then she would grimace and stress that the secret to understanding Grandmother was that she wasn’t very intelligent. “There she was with her ass in the air barking out instructions about which way I should run.”
Grandmother crawled on all fours to the gable end of the house to find shelter from the shrapnel. The planes were diving in over the trees and the southern end of the potato field. Naturally, the animal was terrified, so it galloped around with Aunt Ellen hanging onto the rope behind it. Of course, she was afraid, but Grandmother insisted the cow be brought to safety. Grandmother was afraid the cow tied up in the meadow would be killed. It happened when the Allies attacked the landing strip and the Germans retaliated. She would light up a cigarette and sit nodding with it. His mother loved it when Aunt Ellen told the story. The thing his mother claimed they did.Īnother story they liked to tell was about the last years of the war when the tethered cow had to be moved. How strange to think it was those hands that did it. They were as small as a little girl’s and never at rest. Or the sight of dish mats and the plastic souvenirs his mother and Aunt Ellen brought home from vacations. Certain smells made him think of her, smells that linger in the bathroom, or bergamot candy in the kitchen. He doesn’t remember Grandfather, and to him Grandmother is a woman who lived in an apartment building in town and grew increasingly odd, while Aunt Ellen and his mother took turns to make dinner for her. She had five children and her sons left home as soon as they could. She was small, almost like a child, though very round. “You remember what she was like, don’t you?” they would say, and scrutinize him. “She could be like that,” Aunt Ellen had said so often, and he doesn’t know how many times he saw his mother nod and put in her two cents.
She stood at the kitchen sink with one of Aunt Ellen’s vanilla cookies in her mouth and said it had no taste. She had five children and her sons left home as soon as they could.īut what bothered Aunt Ellen was afterwards when the mailman had gone and Grandfather went out to the rabbits, Grandmother had that look on her face. The mailman had to help her while Ellen tried to close the door into the parlor with cookie dough on her hands. Grandmother sat like a mermaid on the floor and said with a giggle that she couldn’t get up again. It was nearly Christmas and the mailman winked at Aunt Ellen and said something about the vanilla cookies smelling good. Grandfather was sitting in the parlor studying aerial photos of Leipzig and his mother had gone out to the rabbits in the cowshed. As he turned into the farmyard, Grandmother got down on the floor and began to scrub the linoleum with her ass in the air. Aunt Ellen, for instance, told how one time towards the end of the war they were baking vanilla cookies, but then the mailman came.
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They were full of stories, and right from the beginning they wanted to tell them all, and when they did they would look at him as if to encourage him to learn them by heart. He remembers his grandmother, but everything that happened before he was born comes from his mother and Aunt Ellen.
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