|Granny on the far right, Daddy behind.|
In pink, cousin Shaina, her brother Troy then
their Mom Jackie, my 1st cousin, in back.
Slowly, I stirred from sleep. My sister and I had rolled to the centre of the bed, the old mattress having given up a long time ago. The Green Room of my Grandmother's house was still mostly dark, the slight hint of crisp autumn light diffused through the carefully appointed curtains of a woman who lived through the Great Depression. It wasn't a green room like behind the scenes of The Late Show or the Really Late Show or the Extremely Late Show. Everything was green, and all the furniture belonged to a matching set. There against the wall was my Pawpaw's desk, filled with wonderful treasures that captivate me even now that I'm a fully-grown, travelled adult. Nestled in the neat middle drawer that in modern desks now houses keyboards: his Police Department cuff links, his brother's Purple Heart, his sunglasses, and the faintest whiff of him. The side drawers were crammed with other memories and old calendars. The bed frame was the same green, a shade from the 1950s or 60s, it looked like peas and you could see brush strokes on its surface. The side tables too. The only closet in the room was filled with my Granny's off-season clothes, old coats and a simple suitcase she used on the rare occasions she travelled. Crammed on the top shelf were Christmas decorations and sitting there, staring at you every time you opened the door, was the vintage light-up Santa, waist high, his beaming face more Norman Rockwell than Stephen King.