NATIVE PLACES: THE NEWSLETTER
A collection of thoughts and hand-drawn sketches that illustrate the value of looking closely at buildings and places.
One with everything
When she was in her eighties, my mother invited me to lunch at YumYum Ice Cream on Spring Garden Street in Greensboro, North Carolina. I was a child the last time I went there with her. Back then, it was a hole-in-the-wall kind of place filled with the clatter of aluminum spoons, the smell of ammonia, and ice cream scoops the size of a grapefruit.
That was then. The YumYum that greeted us this time had a menu board with plastic letters, a TV in the corner, and a whiff of dried chocolate milk.
Mom ordered hot dogs with all the “fixings” for both of us, which I declined. I’d become a food prissy.
After lunch I left for the mountains and Mom returned to her retirement home knowing that I didn’t share her taste anymore -- a lifetime of memories scraped away like leftovers off a plate. I wish I’d realized then that companionship was far more important than being right.
Mom is gone now but YumYum is still there. I think I’ll go by for a hot dog next time I’m in town.
One with everything on it.