I initially judged The Home for the Friendless by its cover and expected a story like that of Annie. I pictured the Home for the Friendless as an orphanage, and I thought I would be reading about all of the children living there. However, I soon discovered that the facility was merely a temporary home for author Betty Auchard and her two younger siblings and was written about as a small memory intertwined into hundreds of memories. I never expected to learn so much about a poor girl’s faith in her family as well as rich historical details about the war and the Great Depression.
Depressive Episodes by Thomas DeMary
At the train station, Amber greeted me with bells on. Underneath a school-girl uniform, crotchless panties tinkled the chime of a lone brass bell. I spun her love atop my fingertip, dribbled between my knees and launched the fadeaway jumper. Returning from dinner, she asked, “How come you don’t hold my hand anymore?” I called her a bitch. The comparison of a lover to a female dog conjured a deeper truth.
Most Memorable Winner: June 2011
Let’s play a game.
Q. Who won the most memorable contest in the June 2011 edition of Hippocampus Magazine?
Caroline Kirkland & Her Greyhound D’Orsay by Renee D’Aoust
My friend Danna Ephland’s pink flamingo earring hung from my rearview mirror. When my hound dog Truffle and I had visited Danna in Kalamazoo, Michigan, on a cross-country road trip, she had gone upstairs and rummaged around to find a pair of pink flamingo earrings. She and a friend had bought them on a road trip to Florida back in the eighties. Danna handed me one and kept the other. “This way we’ll always be connected,” she said.
Hippocampus Reader Board News and Kudos: June 2011
Hippocampus Magazine has some amazingly talented folks working behind the scenes. Every so often, we’ll blog about their news, honors, accolades and accomplishments. Here is some of the latest news: Amye Barrese Archer was named reviews editor at PANK. Amy Barrese Archer’s second chapbook, A SHOTGUN LIFE, has been picked up by Big Table Publishing…
Announcement: The Remember in November Contest for Creative Nonfiction
When I started Hippocampus, an annual creative nonfiction writing contest was always part of the plan. Now that idea will forge forward with a dual purpose—to raise awareness and rally support for Alzheimer’s Disease while promoting promising writers. The result of both is the same: keeping memories alive! So, The Remember in November Contest for Creative Nonfiction was born.
Sell Me
She still has that dark line running up the back of each bare leg. Women did that during the Depression and World War II: drew lines up their legs to simulate the seams of the stockings they could no longer buy. Each time I see this cashier I wonder if she’s making a statement, an unspoken protest about the present state of our economy. Or maybe she’s an immigrant and this is simply the fashion where she comes from, I consider, forgetting for a moment that I’ve heard her voice. She speaks pure Michigander, just like me.
A Taste of Degrees
My mother’s pasta sauce always tasted just right to me, even though she often didn’t remember my favorite foods while I was growing up. She didn’t remember that I hated ham, that I wouldn’t eat mayonnaise. For years, my three brothers and I didn’t understand why my mother was the way she was because we didn’t know. All we knew was that she forgot our birthdays, confused our names.
A Father
I say, “He was nice,” and watch the fair-skinned, jolly man slip into his car and drive away. From the kitchen, Mom says, “That was your dad.”
Cold Feet
I lift my bare foot from the boot, its fur lining like spent cat tails, and lower it into the snow bank, so my toes are buried. The burn of ice, prickly and electric, the shock I’ve gotten when I hold onto the stove and open the refrigerator at the same time. Why is this sensation so enticing?
