{"id":28442,"date":"2016-08-14T07:52:58","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T11:52:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=28442"},"modified":"2016-08-26T18:21:20","modified_gmt":"2016-08-26T22:21:20","slug":"my-grannys-kitchen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/my-grannys-kitchen\/","title":{"rendered":"My Granny’s Kitchen"},"content":{"rendered":"

Granny\u2019s Kitchen<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

We lived out of boxes<\/p>\n

most of my life<\/p>\n

moving from<\/p>\n

house to<\/p>\n

house to<\/p>\n

house\u00a0 –<\/p>\n

city to<\/p>\n

city to<\/p>\n

city \u2013<\/p>\n

province to<\/p>\n

province to<\/p>\n

province.<\/p>\n

The only anchor,<\/p>\n

in my young mind,<\/p>\n

was my Granny\u2019s<\/p>\n

old house<\/p>\n

in a Northern Saskatchewan town.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The house was larger than<\/p>\n

anything<\/p>\n

Granny knew<\/p>\n

but was a shack to me.<\/p>\n

Once a one bedroom,<\/p>\n

it was added onto:<\/p>\n

living room,<\/p>\n

bathroom,<\/p>\n

and an extra bedroom.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The kitchen was brightly<\/p>\n

lit by a south facing window.<\/p>\n

The UGG elevator<\/p>\n

staring in at anyone<\/p>\n

while they washed\"UGG dishes.<\/p>\n

It frightened me \u2013<\/p>\n

I thought it looked like an<\/p>\n

angry giant waiting to grind my bones<\/p>\n

to make its bread.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The chrome kitchen table was<\/p>\n

topped with cherry red\u2026something<\/p>\n

that looked, to me,<\/p>\n

like someone\u2019s floor.<\/p>\n

Beside the table,<\/p>\n

my<\/p>\n

brown,<\/p>\n

rough<\/p>\n

grandpa would sit<\/p>\n

on a<\/p>\n

brown,<\/p>\n

smooth,<\/p>\n

round-backed, wooden chair<\/p>\n

he had<\/p>\n

built with his own two hands \u2013<\/p>\n

the same hands<\/p>\n

that sometimes held a fiddle<\/p>\n

and always held a whiskey.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The kitchen smelled of<\/p>\n

stale cigarette smoke and liquor \u2013<\/p>\n

both of which were<\/p>\n

plentiful<\/p>\n

always.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When my Uncle was there,<\/p>\n

and not in jail,<\/p>\n

he would sit at the table, too \u2013<\/p>\n

that red and chrome table,<\/p>\n

bright with sharp edges,<\/p>\n

and he would smoke<\/p>\n

and drink<\/p>\n

and play cards.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We all played cards<\/p>\n

and they would smoke<\/p>\n

but, mostly they would drink<\/p>\n

at that red and chrome table<\/p>\n

with the bright,<\/p>\n

sharp edges.<\/p>\n

(c) R. L. Elke 2016\"Red-1950s-Kitchen-Table-top-e1377747677296\"<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Granny\u2019s Kitchen \u00a0 We lived out of boxes most of my life moving from house to house to house\u00a0 – city to city to city \u2013 province to province to province. The only anchor, in my young mind, was my Granny\u2019s old house in a…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":712,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28442","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28442","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/712"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28442"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28442\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29852,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28442\/revisions\/29852"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28442"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28442"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28442"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}