in the beginning there was... a black and white photograph 



I see the old black and white photograph with a toddler, a baby almost, on a spread in a yard that looks small, dirty and uninviting. There is an open door and just beyond there is a man in white shirt and tie, he smokes a cigarette and has a fierce expression... there is an old fridge with what looks like a very old telly on top of it ... or is it that I know it is a television? Maybe my memory deceives me and it is only a large radio. And, how can I have memories of that time?

But I have, I have. I remember choking on a fish-bone, my mother having sat me on the table and giving me water from a battered enamel mug. I remember eating a beautiful leaf from the front garden -and the knowledge, although I do not remember this as such, that it made me very ill. I remember eating washing powder under the kitchen table from the floor, the overturned box of powder on its side next to me. I remember a darkened room where there are two cots and I try to sleep while one or both of the babies softly cry. I remember more, but I do not know to what extent they may be 'real' memories or constructs out of gluing together isolated images with what I later knew was happening.

I remember the little white coffin being taken to the strange car waiting out, looking at it being carried out from the dark inside of the house onto the glaring piercing sun outside... my grandad coming out in the direction of the front door carrying a dead rat held with a handkerchief in his hand, stating quite vigourously that "it all was Matani's fault", and that "she'd still be alive if it weren't for him". I remember being then on a rocking chair of some sort and tipping over falling forward when I saw the rat in his hand and finally identified what it was. I hurt my knees, i can remember them being scraped and with blood but remember no pain.... 

Posted: Wed - July 7, 2004 at 05:44 PM          


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