The Little Green Box – BG Jenkins

The Little Green Box – BG Jenkins

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I was six in 1962 and I will never forget the look on my mother’s face when she exited the car on that October day.

Her eyes, glazed over, and streaks of tears remained imprinted on her face; her sadness affected the atmosphere. She had difficulty walking because she was returning home from a week’s stay in the hospital after having surgery.

My brother, sister, and I, were so excited that she was home, but Mom was not herself. We didn’t understand what was wrong, but we knew it was something bad.

Over the next few days, my mom laid in bed and cried. She didn’t get up much because she needed to rest. She laid in bed day after day, and my dad kept telling us, “Mommy doesn’t feel good. You kids have to be quiet.” Dad brought her coffee and food, but most of the time it was just left sitting on the dresser next to their bed.

A few days later I remember seeing a little green box placed in the corner of our living room, on a small table. My dad sat in a chair next to the table for what seemed like hours on end, touching that little green box. He cried and he prayed over it. Though my sister and I didn’t understand, I’m sure my brother did because he is 7 years older than I am. We were to learn that the little green box held our baby sister, Penny, who was stillborn.

My dad talked with us about Penny and how she was in Heaven with Jesus. He told us that we would remember her being here, and get to see her one day in Heaven.

After another few days, the little green box was gone. One of my dad’s brothers had taken my baby sister to bury her in a cemetery next to my grandparents home in Jeff, Kentucky.

We never did see that box again, but years later my mom, sister, and I, were to find Penny’s grave marker in an overgrown cemetery on a steep Kentucky hill.

The most vivid memory I have of my baby sister is her little green box, the grave marker, and the love that my family felt for her. Separation is hard, but love still lives.

 

My Most Vivid Memory

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Christmas was just over in 1966 and I can still see my 10 year old self sitting on the staircase landing with my feet resting on the bottom steps of our late 1800’s duplex home.

The day was gray as I looked out at the park and the boulevard singing along with my newest treasure… my transistor radio. It was a wonderful little treasure which remained glued to my hands for a long time after.

I sat flipping to every channel to find Petula Clark’s latest song “My Love is Warmer Than the Sunshine.” With all of my heart, I sang. I sang to the window. I sang to the park, and I sang to the boulevard, (which we called the middle park) trying to coax the gray skies to blue.

”My love is warmer than the warmest sunshine, softer than the sigh.
My love is deeper than the deepest ocean, wider than the sky.
My love is brighter than the brightest star that shines every night above  and there is nothing in this world that can ever change my love.”

The skies did not turn blue that day, but I still feel the joy in my heart over receiving that gift, and being able to sing that song for many days to come…

And on and on I sang for days on end driving my brother and sister crazy.

The skies did not turn blue that day, but I still feel the joy in my heart over receiving that gift, and being able to sing that song for many days to come…

And on and on I sang for days on end driving my brother and sister crazy.

And that is one of my most vivid memories.

(c) Copyright 2017 – BG Jenkins

Sincerely BG transparent author writer (1)

 

 

 

 

 

 

The two stories above were written by BG Jenkins came from the Weekly Writing Prompt 5/30/2017

The prompt was:  Write a short piece about your most vivid childhood memory.

 

The Little Green Box – BG Jenkins

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9 comments on “The Little Green Box – BG Jenkins

  1. Thanks Monna. As always, I appreciate your kindnesses.
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  2. Lawrence Bousquet

    June 4, 2017 at 5:06 pm Reply

    Amazing and moving memories to share Brenda I can’t imagine what it would have been like but your description makes it clear from your point of view.

    Thank you for sharing such personal memories.

  3. Hello BG! What a moving story! This prompt of Monna’s hit the spot with you huh? Thanks for sharing… Chery :))
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