The only time I ever remember getting in big trouble when I was a child involves this crazy looking thing. I was about 8, I’m guessing, and had been out playing in our less than completely wonderful neighborhood in North Reading, MA with a few of the "harder" kids you could say. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t be allowed to hang out with them, or want to, and nor did they want me around either. I don’t know why that particular day I was, but feeling all tough apparently, I strolled into the house, saw this item on the counter and said “What the hell is this?” It’s funny now, but at the time, not so much as my parent’s were horrified.
Today, this corkscrew sits in my kitchen in an empty wine rack, since I don’t generally drink, but it’s given me an idea. You know all those weird old things you see at flea markets and garage sales that make you ask in a more proper form “What the heck is that?” Well, I’m going to explore some of them & post about them in the occasional Wednesday blog.
Amylynne (Baker) Murphy