#187 The Wedding Ring- Mavis Gallant
A nice pastoral story about childhood memories. A young girl
remember what is was like one summer. Her cousin visits from boston.
“He has unpacked a trumpet, a hatchet, a pistol, and a water
bottle. He is ready for anything except my mother, who scares him to death.”
This is written like a diary entry. She seems to remember
mostly good things. The memories all of the senses; the feel of the sun, the
smell of the creek, the sound of a bottle of ginger-ale opening. These are the
things we recall easiest.
Notable Passage: “I thing everything was meant to be given
away.”
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