The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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Context: I interviewed my grandma at her house in Camden. I was actually quite surprised to learn that she had bangs when she was younger, because at her age now she has very thin, gray hair that she always puts in one of those clip-on buns. It was difficult for me to imagine her with a quite full head of hair. The kicker for this is that I actually have no idea what my grandpa looks like. This is because he died before I was born, and the one picture I’ve seen of him is a really bad picture. The only thing that my grandma told me about him was that he had curly hair that made him very popular with women.

Deeny’s 1 inch heels click-clacked against the wet pavement. The day had barely started and she was already tired. All she wanted to do was go home and watch “The Beverly Hillbillies” on the brand new color TV. She took a deep breath, letting the chilly, damp air fill her lungs; luckily it calmed her nerves a little; and she desperately wanted to be calm. After all, Deeny spent the entire morning combing her pigtails so that she could look nice for him, and it would be a shame if her nerves scared him away.

    If only it hadn’t rained

    But it was too late to go back and fix it; she was already almost at The Marriott. This walk would be the only real time she got to be outside before she was doomed to stay stuck in the laundry room all day. Deeny thought she might as well enjoy the time outside before her shift started.

    “Mornin’ Gearldine!”

    Wait...Could it be?

    

    She peered out between her greasy bangs to see who had called her name, and immediately froze in place. It was him. Earnest. Everything about him was perfect; his reddish brown skin, his soft, curly hair, that billion dollar smile. He walks towards her; lanky arms carrying a crate full of canned tomato soup.

    “Where you headed all dressed up fancy like that?” He asks

    

    “...” She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing would come out.

    “Jeez woman. You know what day it is? Haha!”

    “Ye-yeah. Its April 14th”

    “There she is! Wow you must really not want to go where you’re goin.”

    “You’re not wrong. Its real wet out, a-and I’d rather just sleep.” She smiles while trying to discreetly hide the run in her sheer black stockings.

    “Yeah. Me too. Well what will you be doin when you come back from where you’re goin?”

    “Well Ima’ head on home. Maybe pick myself up a turkey samich on the way.”

    “I’ll do you one better. Hows about a turkey samich and a glass o’ Coke?”

“I guess Coke sounds good. You’re right I should buy one on my way back.”

“Haha no its my treat darlin.”

“Oh. Well...I guess so. Sure.”

“Great! I’ll wait for you right here when I’m done my shift.” He turned around and walked into the soup factory.

Deeny stood there in disbelief. Is this a date? She thought. But I never been on a date before. Thoughts filled her head like a hot air balloon when suddenly she got the urge to look at her watch. It was almost 10am. I better hurry before I’m late to work. Maybe if I can work fast enough I can get off a lil’ early.

First Date

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April 1964
Camden, Nj

Context: I interviewed my grandma at her house in Camden. I was actually quite surprised to learn that she had bangs when she was younger, because at her age now she has very thin, gray hair that she always puts in one of those clip-on buns. It was difficult for me to imagine her with a quite full head of hair. The kicker for this is that I actually have no idea what my grandpa looks like. This is because he died before I was born, and the one picture I’ve seen of him is a really bad picture. The only thing that my grandma told me about him was that he had curly hair that made him very popular with women.

Decade: 1960s
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Recorded by Angelinna Roque on June 6, 2018
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