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Sail Away
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Joseph Cornell, Untitled (Schooner), 1931; collage, 4 ½ x 5 ¾ in.
(Collection June Schuster, Pasadena, California)


When I was six my father drove me out to Bellmont Avenue and put me into the care of his sister, Jane, and I lived for a while with her and her husband, Howard, their son, and two daughters. It started out okay, but eventually my cousins resented my disruptive presence. Jane, too, became unhappy with the burden her brother had put on her. She decided that I ought to make myself useful, so she gave me housecleaning chores, like dusting the dining room table and chairs, and vacuuming the living and dining room carpets. But she was never satisfied with anything I did. I always missed a spot, and I carelessly banged the vacuum against her precious furniture. I could never please her. I dreamed someday of sailing to a faraway island, no longer the passive object of her cutting complaints and critical eye.


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i know the damage it makes in our growth when parents never admire us and always criticize what we do.
still i suffer the remains even after a long term therapy.
anyway lets get adults!

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