MEMORY REFRESHER

I would like to reprint here an old story from the "Cabbage Rules My Universe" site. This story, tilted "Watch Repairman's Daughter" is important to me. I have been thinking about writing a book for children with my own illustrations for some time now. My blogs helped me realise that my story is interesting enough, and that I would like to tell it and turn it into a book not for children only. My inspiration for this project is the life story of Hans Christian Andersen.

Time Travel - 1927

Grandma Karolina and Grandpa Franciszek were both born in the year 1896.
The men wore funny bathing suits then, and cars looked like horse carriages.

I don't have any photos of my own from that era. I can only imagine what my grandparents lived like. But I have an idea about the car that was made in America in 1927, the year that my mom Helena was born: I am presenting here my very own sketch of 1927 Chevrolet Peddler Wagon.

SLEEPY TIME FOOD STORY

I thought of writing something about

my experiences at a certain bread place,

where there is plenty of table space to

do homework, write stories, etc.

As I was placing my order, the girl asked me whether I wanted chips, bread, or apple with my sandwich. I told her to repeat my choices, because I wasn’t sure what they were. Then I asked "why more bread, doesn't the sandwich already come with bread?" And I chose apple.

After I paid, I got a familiar plastic device.

When my device started glowing, I went to the pick-up

counter to get my food. I was told by a young guy

that my sandwich was still on the grill,

so I left and sat down at my booth.

A few minutes later the guy came to inform me that my sandwich was ready -- this seemed comical.

He realized it and asked me: "Do you want me to bring your sandwich?" -- I said: "Yes."

The whole time I felt fine, but after I ate, I suddenly became sleepy and I ended up falling slightly asleep

at the table, with my head resting on my hands. And that's how this story ends.

THE CZUBAJKA KANIA TALE

Aunt Maria (ciocia Maria) visited us in Koniecpol. It was summer of maybe 1963; She came with uncle Romek and the kids -- Teresa, Paweł, and maybe the older girls -- Zuzanna and Helena. I am not sure if they all came, but I am sure how they came : They all came in my uncle Romek's tractor trailer, that was parked on Polana, a large clearing on the edge of the birch and pine forest adjacent to our house/kurnik. Plenty of mushrooms in it too, but not Kania. To hunt for Kania, we had to go further into a deeper forest on the other side of the asphalt road. To be continued....

The Yellow Doughnut

Welcome, we meet again, and this time you will read about the Yellow Doughnut. In this story, like in life, there are other characters besides the main one. The girl behind the counter who was advertising the doughnuts is one such character, and I shall call her the “Girl with a Sour Smile." I was first introduced to the Yellow Doughnut when the “Girl with a Sour Smile” insisted that I buy it. I refused to buy it and after sampling it I said, "It’s too sweet." - I lied. The flavor was lemony and slightly tart. The doughnut was beautiful. The next morning I went to the café to buy the doughnut and ate it. One week later I bought it again. When I opened the paper carton that the doughnut was packaged in, the spectacular yellow frosting with intense yellow sprinkles appeared to outshine the rays of the sun. There are no illustrations to go with this tale, but the image, however imperfect, will be available later on.