Mary Rosemont requests her earliest childhood memory be shared. At the age of 3 I dont actually know if I really knew I was blind. Of course Mum and Dad told me I was and in my own childish way which even at this age I thought I understood it. I was an active child unafraid of falling over unafraid of walking into things even unafraid to run. But my first clear childhood memory is a red rose. Mum picked some roses from our garden and put them in a vase in the living room. I remember the smell it was gorgeous. The smell aroused another curiosity in me. What did a rose feel like? I wanted to know I had to know I needed to know. In the middle of the night when it was dark I went out on tip toe and found the vase with the roses. I just wanted to feel one rose. Just one rose. Have you ever felt a rose? I took just one rose from the bunch of roses back to my room. I examined this one rose thoroughly. I didnt pull it to pieces I just gently felt its structure. What a beautiful delicate and delightful thing. Even now I still find it hard to describe the texture of the petals, the one thing I do remember is how wonderful it was to the touch. Of course the rose and the bunch I took it from died and I remember crying when Mum told me the last rose in the vase was dead. Mum took me into her arms and promised more roses. She knew or at least suspected I had taken one to feel. I put the dead rose into a jewellery box for a month but when it got too dry, I buried it in the dirt in the back yard. Roses are still my favourite flowers. Even at the age of 3 I had this vivid picture of red. Like a fire like the sunset or is sunset orange? Maybe it is both. I shall never forget this rose. Next time any sighted girl gets a rose close your eyes and feel its wonderful supple structure. I know that you will appreciate a rose a lot more if you do.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 08:31:25 +0000
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