She probably went to the hairdresser, met a
girlfriend for lunch and then window-shopped when she went off on a Saturday
afternoon. Pa was supposed to be home to defend our abode from us kids –
the wrecking crew. He invariably fell asleep on the job bored by his
brother trying to keep him awake with family gossip.
Our challenge was trying to find sufficient money
to pay the pizza deliveryman: money falling out of somebody’s pocket sometimes
landed up in the crevice behind the couch pillows. We didn’t touch Pa’s
money on the floor. Wrecking, yes: stealing, no… with enough
noise maybe he’d wake up and pay for the pizza?
Mom's Day Off
Oil 40" X 30"
The fifties! Not a care in the world for
us adolescent kids growing up in middle class Montreal, Quebec, Canada.
Our biggest concern was whether a flipped card would come up right side or not
– no risking the loss of a flipped coin in a sidewalk crack – besides, who had
a coin to risk? Note the bedding airing out of windows, and the two
girls – no, they’re not twins – they’re wearing compulsory public school
uniforms. We pretended not to notice them: in those bygone days
drinks were suggestively named Orange Crush and Kik.
The schoolbags set aside on the street have since
been reinvented as backpacks; the corner grocery along with Frank were
swallowed by a supermarket. The astronauts we kids knew of were Captain Marvel
and Flash Gordon zooming out of comic books to miraculously land in fertile
Oil 30" x 40"