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Thursday, February 07, 2008

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Only innocense peers through the eyes of a child.... but things are not always what they seem!

Chapter 6

Crossing Over... Changing Eras!

It was a beautiful sunny day in New York. The sun was high in the heavens as mommy and I stood in fascination drinking in our surroundings. When it seemed too much to take in I closed my eyes to let the sun's rays lick at my face and eyelids. Life was starting to look up and everything around me was especially radiant. We relocated to the South Bronx, commonly known today as ‘Fort Apache’. Finally, we had all of our furniture moved from our old house on St. Lawrence Street. It felt great to be settling into our apartment in one of the most recently completed buildings of the Andrew Jackson Housing Projects. All around me everything was sparkling with newness. The grounds were spotless. The grass was so green I had to touch it to be sure it was not artificial. The scent of the newly mowed grass permeated the air. On the inside of the building everything was absolutely immaculate. The walls with their reflective shimmer beckoned to my hand, "touch me!.. Yes, touch me!", but even at the ripe old age of five I knew mommy would quickly have redeemed my action with a hearty slap on the wrist. "Keep your hands off the walls", she would have resounded in an effort to begin training me not to touch the walls in our apartment. Not only that, knowing I sucked my thumb, she foresaw I would probably have had it in my mouth only minutes later. Hence, I declined its lure and decided merely to observe its beauty. Everything around me was so clean, so fresh, so pristine and I was so happy! My eyes greedily drank in the dazzling sights every where. I could hardly wait to see what else awaited me. The floors in the lobby were so meticulously waxed I had to take carefully placed baby steps so as not to slip and fall. In the elevator even the numbered brass buttons had been painstakingly polished. They shined so vibrantly the overhead fluorescent lights created translucent beams which ricocheted from wall to wall like a frantic ballet dancer with transparent colorful ribbons. The entire housing development measured approximately one square mile and consisted of seven enormous buildings. Each building was six-teen stories high and housed eight families per floor. Each apartment had any where from one-to-three bedrooms and since our family was so big we would be occupying one of the three bedroom suites on the fourteenth floor. We had a spacious closed in kitchen with enough room for a six setting diningroom table with room to spare. I walked over to the kitchen window and stood on my tip-toes to see out. From that vantage point I could see the vastness of the universe. I could see as far as forever! The livingroom was enormous, larger than any one I had ever seen, the most grandiose livingroom in the entire world. I could not believe my eyes! I was so intrigued with our new home that a tingling feeling which started at my extremities was now pulsating, flooding its way up into my head and chest. My stomach was fluttering with excitement. The sense of pride and admiration I felt towards mommy for moving us into such an awe-inspiring place was indescribable. I had no idea we were rich! It never seemed like it before. More than ever, I wanted to be just like mommy when I grew up! I wanted everyone to be as proud of me as I was of her! Moving into that mansion gave me a newly found sense of importance and my self-worth was soaring. I was inundated with a strong, unwavering sense of significance and value, not just about myself, but my brothers and mommy as well. We were something special! I was so glad to be alive! More importantly, I was glad to be me! I would not have traded places with anyone that day. Today, even the sun beamed more majestically than ever I had seen it. Life was wonderful! My life was wonderful! After taking our grand tour mommy and I left the apartment and went back down stairs. As we left the building mommy was pulling me by the hand, almost dragging me, because I could not stop looking back at the wonderful new building. I could not resist looking back to get one more glimpse of the enormous, beautiful structure. I was absolutely mesmerized. Once I satisfied my need to marvel over our prestigious residence I quickly turned my attention to the rich green landscape. There were a bunch of puffy flowers growing in the grass. I bent down and swooped one up as mommy whooshed by. I was going to give it to mommy but all of the fluffy petals flew away like little helicopter propellers. They dispersed and floated away in every direction. That made me giggle. "Mommy, what are these?”, I asked curiously? Mommy glanced back and said, "oh, those are dandelion, baby!" "Oh-h-h! Do they bite?” I questioned. "No honey, dandelion is the name of the weed and they are just plants." "Can I get you another dandelion, mommy? This one flewed away." "Okay Kenyha but do it quickly because I am in a hurry." She released my hand just long enough for me to snap up a few more stems then I ran to catch up with her. By the time I handed them to her several of them had already floated away, still, she treated them like precious gems. She delicately cupped them in one hand and nestled them daintily to her body as we continued walking. Off we went to take care of all sorts of important things. During our travel I spoke to or smiled at every person we passed. A few people even stopped to ask, "is she always this friendly?" “Oh yeah!”, mommy replied. "She’s been that way since the day she was born." Everyone seemed so impressed by how personable and socially interactive I was. Mommy seemed to be proud of it too. She would tell people I had such a soft heart and said I befriended any and every one. She also said,“she’ll give the shirt off her back if you asked for it.” Mommy called me her little girl with a big heart. That was probably one of the reasons she kept an incessant eye on me. She feared someone might just walk off with me one day because I was so friendly and always wore a great big smile. I was the family peacemaker. Even at five years old, I tried very hard to create and maintain peace and harmony, unless it happened to my own personal fight. On the other hand, living up to the true Gemini that I was, I also had an incredibly strong will, a firmly rooted stubborn streak and quite a temper. I remember hearing Aunt Sadie say, "Eliza, you had better get after that girl! She is just too friendly. She has never met a stranger, just like you. Kenyha, speaks to everyone, trusts anyone and fears nothing!" "Oh-h-h leave her alone”, mommy would say.“She’s just fine. That's the way she is and I like her that way" After everything was said and done, though, Aunt Sadie always ended by complimenting her for being such a good mom! I was always clean, my hair was never uncombed and it was always neatly braided with color coordinated bows attached to each braid. I usually wore ankle socks with a band of lace which fanned over the tops of my shiny black patent leather shoes. Every morning after being dressed I would whirl around, spinning and spinning while looking down at my dress and shoes. I was never displeased with my appearance. Those days will always be indelibly etched into my soul. I had mommy’s undivided attention and time. After nursery school mommy opted to keep me home with her since kindergarten was optional in those days. Maybe she wanted to spend more time with me after my being away so much during nursery school. Who knows! All that really mattered was that she and I were together again and we were inseparable. We went for long sightseeing trips, we rode the subway and sometimes we took lengthy bus rides. We even rode the Staten Island Ferry. We fed the animals at the Bronx Zoo and ate lunch together in the park. We were best friends. Mommy listened patiently as I chitter-chattered on and on endlessly then she would gaze down at me with her smiling eyes. One day our excursion precipitated a lesson on nature. We were strolling along nonchalantly without a care in the world until we arrived at Franz Segal Park. The park consisted of grassy knolls for picnickers, mountainous areas for climbers and a hilly terrain with pathways for exercise buffs and joggers. It was also an insects paradise and the perfect venue for an adventurer like me. While mommy sat down to rest after all our walking, I got on my hands and knees to get a birds eye view of what was going on at the base of each blade of grass. I parted the grass with my fingers and just watched as the bugs were busily moving about. It wasn’t long before mommy was on her hands and knees beside me giving names to all of the little creatures crawling throughout the grass. We proceeded to turn over leaves, rocks, pieces of fallen bark and whatever else was lying about. We investigated everything within eye shot and that was right up my alley. That was the fascination of a lifetime and we worked together as a team. What had started out as a walk to the park turned into an all out expedition and insect exploration. Mommy and I was the Jacques Cousteau(s) of the South Bronx. It seemed we inspected every rock, leaf, anthill and blade of grass in the entire park. I was impressed by all that mommy knew. She explained how ants functioned within a colony, she told me about lime stone rocks and how they sizzle when placed in vinegar, she explained why earth worms were good for the soil and a whole host of other things. She was brilliant. Finally our mind expanding trek came to an end and we headed for home eating a popsicle. I jabbered all the way. In my pockets were specimens of every thing we had investigated. I even had a few bugs in tow which I thought it best not to tell mommy about. "What a day! We'll do this again some time", mommy said. With anxious anticipation, I mentally dog-eared that day in my mind so as never to forget our covenant rendezvous. For the remainder of that school year we stayed busy. We continued to explore the neighborhood and go for long walks. I regret to say, however, we never did make it back to Fran Segal Park together, not the two of us! Nevertheless, everything was peaceful. Before long, there was a new but recurrent theme on the horizon and once again my brothers were hyping me up. They shouted gleefully, "first grade! You are going to the first grade Kenyha! You are going to the big kids school like us." That was the talk of the house and I was the star of the show. The enthusiasm about starting school was so incredibly intense and infectious I adhered to the household spirit and sang 'first grades' praises. Although I would miss the uninterrupted time I spent with mommy, I was pleased to be classified as one of the big kids. I believe mommy very cleverly orchestrated all the enthusiasm in my brothers through the power of suggestion and if she deliberately did so, her plan worked extremely well. It was a success and I was thoroughly hyped and could hardly wait to be back in school again. But until that day actually arrived, I was still connected to mommy at the hip. Everywhere she went I was right there until my very first day of school. Only now, instead of going for our usual walks in the park or rides on the subway, we spent our time running in and out of a myriad of stores. We were shopping for my new school clothes, shoes, socks, etc. and there was never a dull moment or an uneventful day. We were so busy, in fact, I missed my first day of class. On the second day I was up bright, eager and early. I was dressed in my new duds and we walked down the block to my new school. We stopped in the school office first so mommy could sign some last minute papers and all around us was chaos. People were frantically moving about the room, telephones rang non-stop, loud buzzers went off and other parents with their children were impatiently standing at the counter waiting to be helped. By the time I made it to my assigned classroom, my teacher was already standing at the chalkboard starting the lesson for the day. All the other kids who had started the day before me seemed well acquainted and obviously, I knew none of them. Being the new kid on the block, literally, with all those sagacious students sitting and staring at me deflated any semblance of enthusiasm I was initially experiencing. I was beginning to feel that maybe school 'for big kids' had been way too highly over rated! Mommy introduced me to my teacher, Miss Pine, and she in turn, introduced me to the class. She directed me to the desk displaying my name tag and I eagerly took my seat. Being the center of the attention, amongst a bunch of my peers and strangers was not my cup of tea. Wheoow! I was glad that was over! Once seated, I glanced back towards the door and saw mommy peering through the tiny square window waving. In no time at all I was in like flynn. I was whispering and giggling with the best of them. Within minutes, the classroom door opened again and another neophyte walked through with her mother. To my delight, I sat up straight and stared at her as though I was a veteran. I watched as she squirmed with discomfort just as I had done only moments earlier and she too, was introduced to the class. Her name was Toni. Within two days, Patricia Walker, Toni McCray and I became the best of friends and were now inseparable. Even better yet, Toni lived on the first floor of my building and Patricia lived on the first floor of the building behind mine. Sometimes after school I would take the elevator downstairs to Toni’s house and together, she and I would walk through the small play ground behind our building to pick up Patricia. At other times we all just met outside in the park. We were a team and we spent as much free time together as we could, in and out of school. Although we spent enormous amounts of time in each others company our parents hardly spent any time at all with each other. They each had their own circle of friends. We played house, we played hand games, we pretended to be grown ups in high heels and sometimes we just sat and talked. Where you saw one, usually the other two were not far behind. Sometimes we did our homework together. We all loved school and excelled quite rapidly. At the end of the school year we were all promoted to the second grade and with sheer exuberance and we clapped when we learned we would all be in the same class together again. Over the course of our elementary school history, invariably, one or the other of us was in the same class until we graduated from sixth grade and were dispersed to different junior high schools. The years raced by quickly like the scenery outside a swiftly moving train window. School was great and life was beautiful.   

 

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