Today it’s my turn to supply the prompt for Just Jot It January, Linda Hill’s blogfest for the first month of a new year. The word I chose is
I have no idea why I chose “address”; I guess I did it in a stream-of-consciousness moment. It’s an interesting words, both a noun and a verb, which I guess makes it a “nerb” or a “voun.”
I thought back over my life, and I’ve lived at ten different places, ten different addresses. Two of them were temporary, one being with my grandparents in the early Sixties, the other being the various dorms I lived in at Loyola, so I’m not sure they count. I’ve had the same address for the last thirty years. Mary has only ever had two: where she grew up and where we lived for almost ten years after we got married and the address here.
Mary’s mother had just one address for her entire 84 years on earth. The Chicago Tribune ran an article on her birthday in 2000, right after the census was taken. Evidently, she had been on every census fromn 1920 through 2000. I remember she didn’t like the way the article made her seem bitter; she had seen so much change in her life, she was being matter-of-fact. She passed away later that year, sadly.
The thought came to me that you never think of your house’s address. You know what it is, and you give it out all the time, but it’s always just “my house.” Or, better, “Our House.”
Just noticed the number of Gumby-like characters in that video. They must be big Monty Python fans.