Stories

August will ask me to tell her stories from when I was a little girl or before she was born. Some she loves hearing over and over, like how my hamster, Kiwi, stole the belt from my robe and hid it in her nest until I cleaned out the cage and found it. She loves hearing her own birth story and can almost tell it exactly the way I do. There are some memories from my own childhood that I tell her from the point of view I had as a child. These are precious childhood memories I feel fortunate to still have.

When I was a little girl they served coffee cream in tiny glass carafes at restaurants. I took one home with me and just loved how it fit in my hand and all the inspirations that came from it on the drive home. I put some tiny rocks into it, poured them out, they weren't quite tiny enough. I found teenie rocks and filled it halfway. Once I did, I held it close to my eye and could imagine a seashore in another land. I filled it with water and poured it out, filled it with water again, poured it out again and continued until I had the perfect little scene. When I put my eye up to it I saw a rocky shore leading to a magical beach, the doorway to a magical ocean. I placed it near my bed, and that night, I fell asleep with my lamp on, looking into this tiny world of water where mermaids and whales and sorts of creatures lived.

This went on for a few days and nights, I cannot remember how many. I noticed a waxy film on the water and had to pour it out and replaced it at the perfect level. I used a stick to move the rocks the way I wanted, and again, I placed it by my bed and drifted off looking at the sea. One night a little insect appeared to be swimming in this make believe ocean then would climb onto the rock and rest before entering the water again. I was fascinated and it quickly became a swimming faerie. I enjoyed this creature and how it's presence made the whole scene more real. To me it was a faerie bathing in the enchanted waters and resting in the sunlight. It didn't leave for some time and had visited because my little water world was so inviting.

That is how it all seemed to me as a child. I am sure that this little creamer filled with water was near my bed for all of four days or maybe a week but it felt like forever. The webspinner that found it's way in was probably trapped an entire evening but it felt so much longer and perhaps, sitting under a lamp, more than one webspinner frequently found its way into it  every evening. I'll never know the reality of it all, I am happy to still remember it the way I saw it as a child. I hope August will have such memories long after childhood ends.

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I am a huge Wes Anderson fan. Every movie he makes gives me that same feeling I got after I watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off the first time. I watched the film with my best friends at the mall movie theater. I was 17, and while I enjoyed the teen romances depicted in Pretty in Pink and Sixteen Candles, it was the plot of Ferris Bueller skipping school to have real fun, that really made more sense to me. I wanted to live in a city, catch a parade in the middle of the week, go to a museum, go to a fancy restaurant for lunch...such things were not available to me. Living in a small Texas town, my one and only day of playing hooky involved my best friend calling her mother to come pick her up because she was feeling ill. I got by the security guard by creating a fake office note and getting to go home with them. We watched Dirty Dancing, ate hot dogs and drank these sugary drinks called Koalas.

The use of music, timing of the shots, framing of the scenes, symmetry and even the character types in Wes Anderson's films can be found in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. You can see see the scenes that could have been influential.  I am often left wondering what his thoughts on the movie are.