Aunt

Black and white silhouette of a woman walking.The 30-year-old recording carries little of my father’s sister, no more than she was in life, ever-present shadow of her mother, suppressed laughter, coy glances, hair pulled back, glow-less skin, feet trapped in grey or beige orthopedic boots, old fashioned skirts, never an act of defiance, of protestation, never the shred of an opinion. She only knew how to echo her mother’s precise speech, her own language mere leftovers of that Mother. Yet, in this recording, the thump thump of her footsteps, the clunky rhythm of her crippled walk, discordant music, thump thump, arresting, uniquely hers, breaks through, clamors for attention.

 

 

 

 

Edvige Giunta is the author of Writing with an Accent. She has published in Creative Nonfiction, River Teeth, Tiny Essays, Literary Mama, and other publications.

Photo Credit: Alain Leonard

7 Responses to “Aunt”

  1. Lynne Marotta says:

    I hear her!
    Thank you Edi!

  2. Phyllis says:

    You gave her dignity, Edi. Well done

  3. Very Nice words and visual!!!

  4. Tracy Mann says:

    The sound of the aunt’s footsteps lingers long after the story ends. Haunting!

  5. Tony Sakalauskas says:

    A good one.

  6. Tony Press says:

    Beautiful — the language serves the story, and the story deserves the language.

  7. Beautiful and evocative, Edi! The imagery is so fierce.

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