Memory Lane No. 2: The dark
Another memory from our days in Germany, in the little village of Ober Eschbach, where we lived. This memory is circa 1971. ---------------------------------------------------- It was a sunny Saturday morning, but I dragged my feet walking home from school (a quaint German thing that, school on a Saturday morning), because I knew that I was walking towards an empty home. A house gaping with rooms with no one in them to greet me. Quite unusually, my parents were off on a shopping expedition in Frankfurt and wouldn’t return until early afternoon. My siblings were at friends'. I was on my own. Alone in the house. And I was fearful of entering it. My imagination was fertile with goblins and monsters and generally bad people coming from the shadows of the laundry room to get me. My mother, knowing of my trepidation at being home alone, was clever: She planned ahead with me and we arranged that I would enter the house through the basement back door and then would need onl