The bathroom sink on Rehab Addict on TV now is like the one I remember Grandmommie having in her bathroom at the house in Howell Station in Atlanta. I can walk through that house in my mind today, though, as I recall, I was 16 when my grandmother, Aunt Juanita, Manita Maria and Jimmy moved to Cliffwood Drive in Smyrna. The wall sink had four oblong oval holes for overflow drainage, and two separate faucets with handles for hot and cold. Aunt Juanita used to start up the heater in the bathroom in the winter and get the room warm, then run the water in the clawfoot tub. It would fill slowly due to the very small faucet in the tub. Back then, we had Ivory or Lifeboy soap and usually we saved a penny by buying the Ivory soap that broke in half at an indented spot in the center of the bar. Uncle Asa once showed me how he dried bars of Ivory and later carved figures from them with his whittling knife. Because I admired his skill, he gave me a knife hed used. The bathroom at Grandmommies home was an addition off to the back of the three bedroom home, with a utility hall joining the bath to a small room with its own sink that was rented out to Georgia Tech students when my Grandfather died and money was tight. Uncle Asa lived at Grandmommies house for a while. When I was a little girl, I can remember Aunt Juanita powdering me with Tigress using a fluffy gold powder puff. She also showed me about Arid cream deodorant. Oh, how I hated the strange way it made my fingers feel! Behind the bathroom and adjunct to the kitchen was a long narrow walk-in pantry with a small high window at the end. I have always wanted to replicate that pantry in my own home. Shelving filled with food seemed so wonderful to me as a child. At my parents home, we had a tiny bungalow kitchen with few cabinets, little food, and a large family. We usually went up the street to the grocery store daily. These days, I always keep lots of food, even or especially, when our money is in short supply. I guess Im still filling that void. Sometimes, I close my eyes and waslk through Grandmommies home. A tree fell on the back of the house years later and it was torn down. I could walk from it to Longley Avenue Christian Church where we would attend church. I was baptized there when I was 12 by Preacher Duke Jones.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 03:38:04 +0000
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