Wednesday, July 8, 2009
This photograph takes me right back to summers spent as a little girl at my grandparents' ( you know them by now, Nanny and Big Daddy) home on Water Street in North Little Rock, Arkansas. On summer afternoons, Nanny would spread newspapers on the kitchen table, take out a butcher knife as long as my arm and carve us up big slices of cold watermelon. She always made me take my shirt off, and I can still remember that cold juice running down my tummy. Ahhh, sweet memories.