Clang, Clang, Clang – Sunday Photo Fiction – January 3, 2015

The old video came over the computer with the verve and happiness of another age.  Mildred, now in her eighties smiled and began to sing along with the old tune.  Her grand-kids watched her and the inverted crystal cone near the computer which seemed to pop like popcorn and laughingly began to sing along too.  Each “clang, clang, clang went the trolley” seemed to fill the room with sunshine.

The kids began to dance and prance around the room.  The cat looked nervously from the safety of the coffee table, perhaps a little worried about her tail getting stomped.  Mildred laughed remembering a trolley ride she’d taken when she’d visited Saint Louis with her dad when she was little.  Ah … poor dad, he’d died when she was thirteen, from an enlarged heart, the day before the military police came to arrest him for draft dodging back in 1943.  Damn she thought, they’d sure been embarrassed.

 

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About Bastet

I love to read...I like to write...I've travelled the world and seen the sites. I'm past my prime and feel so young, especially when near the young. I'm writing this blog, to remember, to think and to share...with the hopes that someone else will make a comment that will stimulate new thoughts and pathways. Actually, I'm a gabber, so the logical extension of gabbing is blogging! ;-)
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22 Responses to Clang, Clang, Clang – Sunday Photo Fiction – January 3, 2015

  1. Steve Lakey says:

    Music evokes such memories! I like how you’ve tied the different generations together.

  2. ceayr says:

    Nice piece of nostalgia, Georgia.
    You might want to edit the sentence ‘The cat looked …’

  3. Ally says:

    Nostalgic and a fun read.

    Ally

  4. I really enjoyed the nostalgia of this piece… And the track as well 🙂

  5. luckyjc007 says:

    Wonderful story. Music…old and new can change people’s mood in an instant! It affects the young and the old. I can relate to the desire to listen to the music from long ago! 🙂

  6. Martin Flux says:

    A lovely reminiscence and a very catchy tune. Now that it’s in my head, I will be humming it for the rest of the day!

  7. Love the images and music that you have put in my mind. 🙂 Wonderful story!

  8. I love this. You can see them dancing around with the old lady sitting there laughing. Awesome.

  9. Paloma says:

    Music triggers such memories!
    What a kick in the ending!

    • Bastet says:

      Yes, music and smells too.

      That kick in the end actually happened … my Grandfather died of an over-large heart, it was a congenital thing, it kept growing and was as big as a basin when he died (just under 33). He’d been called up for the draft, but obviously he never went in for his physical and the family didn’t think to tell the board anything (they were all in a lot of confusion just then I guess). The MPs showed up on the doorsteps at the house the day of his funeral, he was in his casket, and my Grandma told them if they wanted him there he was.

  10. rogershipp says:

    Loved your twisted ending!

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