Sunday, September 29, 2013

Today we have bees in the Garden

Members of, and visitors to, the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, have been introduced this weekend to the book The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd.

Susie Clevenger tells us about the book, then includes several quotations from it for our inspiration for the Sunday Mini-Challenge. I found it hard to choose one quotation, or so I thought for quite a while, until I realized I kept going back to this one.
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“You can tell which girls lack mothers by the look of their hair...”

Every morning before school
my mother would braid my hair
in two long braids, so tight
I couldn't close my eyes
or even blink.
Every day after school
my friend Gloria
across the street
would undo my braids
and put my hair
up in a ponytail.
Every day I went home
from Gloria's house
afraid my mother
would shoot me
for not keeping
my hair in braids.
But that was
sixty years ago,
and I'm still here,
so I guess she didn't.

By Kay Davies, September 29, 2013
dedicated to my friend Gloria
in memory of my mother, Pauline Davies,
and her mother, Jean Newton.


Rene Foran said...

I love this. It reminded me of my mother who wore those same braids and had the same kind friend who freed her from them :)

Kay said...

Ahhhhh.... That's why you've now cut your hair short.

Liz Rice-Sosne said...

Ah, friendship and the memory of the kind things that friends have done.

Susan said...

Funny remembering the pain and the re-do, but not the mother's reaction. I am glad you were spared. My 1st grade picture shows the same braids, oh yeah, and if it showed all of me you'd see the white socks and saddle shoes.

Marian said...

awww. when i was very young, my mother kept my hair very short, and i pined for long tresses. i thought i'd want to be friends with any girl who had long hair. took me a while to realize that was a whacked perspective. :)

Debi Swim said...

funny. Glad she refrained!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

My mom never did my hair and it was horrible till I learned how to do it myself. But sometimes my grandma would skin my hair back in a tight ponytail that pulled my eyes back, and pinned up all my bangs, saying "you should expose your Noble Brow!" and I would bike down the alleyways, mortified, home to rip the ponytail out and fluff my bangs back out. I wear long bangs to this day....hee hee.

Grace said...

I hate it when the braids are so tight ~ Lovely memories Kay ~

Susie Clevenger said...

My mother always kept my hair cut short. I was such a tomboy and the cut just seemed to work the best. Thanks for sharing your memories Kay. It is funny how just a few words can bring so much from inside us. Thank you so much for taking part in the challenge.

L. Edgar Otto said...

Testing if I could post... Well, this quote has interesting images too. I mean, life is like that running in braids mother to child... or unwinding it with schoolmates...and of course occasionally the boy in the desk behind you dips one in ink and maybe learns to write a poem...

Kerry O'Connor said...

Sometimes a mother's care can be over-powering of selfhood, even those with the best of intentions.

Margaret said...

Awe. She didn't want those braids to fall out... I bet it was a gloriously wavy pony tail!

Sumana Roy said...

beautiful childhood memories.....

Hannah said...

The voice you use here really works, Kay...great writing!