Monday, Feb. 27, the Village Writers’ Club enjoyed a presentation by Janis F. Kearney, noted Arkansas memoirist and publisher, entitled “Writing Our Lives—Recovering Lost Memories.” She led us to recall incidents from our past that perhaps we had forgotten—or perhaps even repressed because of the emotional toll it had taken. An early childhood experience popped into my mind.
I must have been five or six when this happened:
During those early years, Mother sewed most of the dresses that my little sister, Cathy, and I wore, and she spent many hours at the sewing machine. One day she accidentally slid her finger under the needle, and it penetrated all the way through. She cried out, and I panicked.
“Manny, run next door and get Mrs. _________,” she screamed.
I started to cry, and I bounded out the door, rushed to our neighbor’s house, and banged on her door.
She was home, thank goodness, and she and I hurried back to our house. By that time, Mother had been able to turn the sewing machine wheel enough to lift the needle from her finger, and our kind neighbor helped her care for the wound.
I don’t remember our neighbor’s name or even if Mother eventually went to the doctor, but now, over 70 years later, I can still recall how frightened I was to see my mother helpless and in pain.
Today, millions of children all over the world are experiencing those same emotions.