Remembering Raquel
“Old Mrs. Steinmiller next door had fallen down once too often, and her kids moved her to a nursing home. You can just shoot me—thank you very much—before you send me to one of those places. Two daughters and a son, and not a one of them could find room in their fancy-schmancy houses out in the suburbs for the woman who had brought them into the world and done without to give them the best, even after her husband had died while they were still in school?
But anyway, old Mrs. Steinmiller was fina...lly gone. The next thing I know, there's one of those U-Hauls parked out in front of the house, and about fifteen different people toting furniture and boxes in. They had so many helpers, they got in one another's way more than they helped.
Oh lordy, I remember thinking, I wonder how many of this crew is actually moving in?
It's not that I don't like Greeks or Italians—both represented by that family—but these Mediterranean types tend to have big, noisy families. Sometimes there'll be several generations in one house, with the grandmother from the old country not speaking a word of English but always chattering at you in a disapproving tone, and more kids than you can shake a stick at.MoreLess
But anyway, old Mrs. Steinmiller was fina...lly gone. The next thing I know, there's one of those U-Hauls parked out in front of the house, and about fifteen different people toting furniture and boxes in. They had so many helpers, they got in one another's way more than they helped.
Oh lordy, I remember thinking, I wonder how many of this crew is actually moving in?
It's not that I don't like Greeks or Italians—both represented by that family—but these Mediterranean types tend to have big, noisy families. Sometimes there'll be several generations in one house, with the grandmother from the old country not speaking a word of English but always chattering at you in a disapproving tone, and more kids than you can shake a stick at.MoreLess
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