Tuesday, May 3, 2011
This is quite a colorful window on a side street in Boothbay Harbor. The more I stared at it from the street, the more it took me back to the room just off the kitchen on Stevens Avenue. Call it a play room, a junk room, a shed. I think we each had our own name. Pick the season, and it was loaded with needed stuff: bushel boxes of MacIntosh apples, cardboard boxes stuffed full with old clothes for dress-up disguises , tools from the garage, unused furniture, games leftover from winter nights on the dining room table, and many, many discarded pots and pans. I'm sure Mom called it junk, but for us the endless possibilities of play and fun times meant some sort of heaven. My sister's play kitchen with a wonderful mix-match of toy teacups, saucers, colorful dishes, small play pots and pans, my grandfather mini kitchen cabinet and her toy stove was a treasure trove to the neighborhood girls. It was so entertaining 'rediscovering the junk' that took us to another world for a few hours.