CHAPTER 1 Part 1.

CHAPTER ONE

 

 Remembering my earliest childhood memories is not that easy. I have tried numerous times to draw out more vivid images of myself, but all I ever got were just glimpses of people and places, snippets of the movie that was my earliest childhood. 

I suppose the furthest my memory goes back, is  my 4^th or 5^th year of life. I can recall myself drawing pictures at my grandmother’s place while she baked in the kitchen, the tantalizing smell of my favorite hot buns with jam, coming from the old oven.

Whenever she baked anything with flour, she would always make sure to put a little piece of dough aside, so that I too could make my own little pita (local pastry dish).

Then, she would ceremoniously place my pita beside her own to bake.

Needless to say, mine was inedible, rock hard piece of baked dough, but she would praise my cooking as it was the most delicious thing she has ever eaten.

The day was never dull with my grandma.

We would go to the green market almost on a daily basis and sometimes, on the way there, we would take a detour and stroll in the park, spent some time on the slides, feed the birds or just sit on the bench and have our own chat. Once back in, I would usually go back to my drawing or she would give me her stack of fashion magazines to pick what outfit I liked best.

She was an excellent seamstress. My brother and I were always dressed nicely, even on a pretty tight budget, all due to her sewing talent. She would make all sorts of cute outfits for me. I don’t remember this, but at one point she even made me a trendy trench coat, that ended up being a total hit with neighboring mom’s, who pestered my grandmother to no end to tell them where she managed to order such a cute little coat from, figuring it must have come from Milano itself !

..to be continued..