When my Dad was young–maybe five or six–his family moved to Memphis, TN. His father, my grandfather, worked as a travelling salesman for the Columbia Ribbon and Carbon Manufacturing Co., and he’s been sent there by the company. I’m not sure why, but they were only there for about a year.
Back in 2002, Dad was telling me about something that happened while he was in Memphis. Maybe it’s the nature of being five, or maybe something significant was changing for him that year. For whatever reason, he said, he thought about Memphis quite a lot.
In any case, he spent the next month or so writing down some of these memories, and his reveries around them, then emailing them to me. I’ve had them living on my computer for all these years, and thought it might be time to put them out there.
Read them in whatever order you want. I think they make the most sense in order. Here they are: I’ll link to them when as they get published: