The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I interviewed my grandfather Jeff Merin at my college dorm. Jeff is a white male with green eyes. This memory was very important to Jeff because he was forced to adjust to a new life and home, which took him years to do. He is now able to adjust whenever he may have to move around. Once he finally got use to his new life which took time, he would hitchhike almost every weekend to visit his old pals from his old home. He enjoyed going back and rejoicing with his buddies. It gave him a sense of belonging.

It  was a chilly and windy day outside. Jeff and his siblings squeezed into the car as their parents loaded up their vehicle. Sitting in the back seat behind his mother, Jeff looked sad like a puppy who had been sitting at the SPCA waiting to be taken home by a loving family. As he looked out the back window He sighed and tears came trembling down his cheeks. He could see his friends playing football and baseball in the streets. He didn’t want to leave behind his friends. Many thoughts pondered through Jeff’s head such as “would he ever see them again?”.

“honey stop crying, you’ll see them again. They’re are not very far”. Jeff’s mother tried to reassure him by letting him know that he would see his buddies again.

Jeff had two brothers, they were excited about the move but Jeff was the one who seemed less thrilled about the trip to their new home.

“we should definitely go find a secret passage or something”, exclaimed Jeff’s brother.

He was a little shorter than Jeff and had braces. He was excited about the trip and tried to make Jeff feel the same way.

Upon arriving to his new home  from afar Jeff could see a big backyard with a white fence surrounding it. Jeff was able to pick his room. It was small but contained enough space for him. He unpacked with the help of his mom.

The next day in their new home, Jeff’s mom was on the phone with the school he would be attending along with his brothers. It was a high school nearby Jeff would be attending. He would be an incoming freshman.

Jeff ran into his room and mumbled to himself, “I really don’t want to start a new school. I rather go back to my old home and go to school with my old friends”.

He wasn’t fond of the new adjustments and certainly didn’t want to start his new life that was awaiting him.

Jeff decided to take a walk to a nearby pathway that led to a pond. He seen a boy with black hair and ripped jeans witting on a log throwing rocks into the pond. Before he said a word, he stared blatantly and finally spoke.

“hey can I join”, said Jeff.

The boy turned to look up. He seemed very shy and lonely but he was welcoming,

“sure, my name is max by the way”, said the boy.

“My name is Jeff and I’m new around here”.

Eventually, Jeff and the boy got to know one another. They lived right next door to each other. They became good friends and Jeff didn’t mind living in his new home because he finally felt welcomed.

 

The Power of Change

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I interviewed my grandfather Jeff Merin at my college dorm. Jeff is a white male with green eyes. This memory was very important to Jeff because he was forced to adjust to a new life and home, which took him years to do. He is now able to adjust whenever he may have to move around. Once he finally got use to his new life which took time, he would hitchhike almost every weekend to visit his old pals from his old home. He enjoyed going back and rejoicing with his buddies. It gave him a sense of belonging.

Decade: 1970s
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Recorded by iviannna littles on December 3, 2017
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