MEACHAM LANE MEMOIRS/The Kitchen Table
The Kitchen Table The little house on Meacham Lane was probably no more than about 700-800 square feet, a tiny kitchen with a metal bordered and Formica topped table and four chairs you could see in almost every kitchen of all the houses on the gravel road. There was a living room with a small black and white T.V, couch, chair and curio cabinet, and a single bathroom down a short hall leading back from those two rooms. Two small bedrooms of course, one for Mother and Dad, and one for Ken and I, were located across the hall from each other with the bathroom in between. Early on Ken and I shared a bed until better times financially led to bunk beds. Most mornings in the summer I listened for the sounds in the kitchen before throwing off the sheet, a sheet that previously had been sprinkled with water by Mother to ward off the heat and now bone dry, I contemplated beginning the day. If I heard the rattle of pans and Mother’s footsteps crisscrossin...