Hey Pat,
My earliest recollections:
The sparkling blue skies, ice cold air, sound of gravel under my feet, the sight of pots with water placed in front of the electrical heaters in each room that kept the air more humid, the unending trickling river running along the Mayupampa neighbourhood, friendly names such as Mrs. Oxley, the Bosshardts, the Allens, the Boltons, the Frazers... cute rhymes such as:
"Gringa Machichi
Hazte tu pichi
En tu pichichi"
Oatmeal for breakfast but "first" have your orange juice if not it makes your tummy go sour, coming from Lima a day must go by without moving too suddenly or running because of the height and the "soroche", the smell of tar, the crisp fresh air, the Beatles on the record player, the bowling and movies, uptown and downtown, my tricicle with an extra seat to take my sister, the street sales of lemonade, the heaters on the floor in the dining room that were terribly dangerous, the super events like Halloween and Christmas which made the world bloom...
Oooops! I must grow up for a while - my "now" world is asking for dinner and I have to give myself a minute to call upon my memory for more of these recollects...
so bye for now...
1 comment:
Que lindos relatos Soy Juñio Ramirez yo naci en Cerro de Pasco, creci ahi y aun sigo viviendo ahi, las historias que plasman en este block hace que me sienta feliz....
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