tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899180445811668276.post5431077340664194687..comments2024-01-05T07:38:39.265-08:00Comments on PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL: REMEMBERING MY FATHER, GEORGE RUBINPhyllis Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06923874190935369126noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899180445811668276.post-25590968920644335892018-02-18T21:46:25.828-08:002018-02-18T21:46:25.828-08:00MY FATHER AND THE BROKEN SALT SHAKER
So many memo...MY FATHER AND THE BROKEN SALT SHAKER<br /><br />So many memories of my father. One day, when I was a little girl, perhaps eleven or twelve, I was working at Metropolitan News, "The Store", behind the chinaware counter. <br /><br />I had opened a parcel from England. Small salt and pepper shakers - not bone china, but cute. They closed with a small cork at the bottom. <br /><br />One cork seemed loose. I pushed it in. The china gave way under my thumb, broke and slashed my finger open. Blood spurted out. I went to my father at the cash register just across the floor.<br /><br />Pop told me to go to the pharmacy across the street - kitty-corner across St. Catherine Street. Pop could not leave the store. There was no one to take over the cash.<br /><br />And so I walked to the nearby corner of Peel and St. Catherine. The light was red. I stood among the other pedestrians holding my hand cupped below my thumb, to catch the dripping blood! I must have been zonked. I waited for the light to change and went into the pharmacy.<br /><br />The pharmacist looked at my hand and said, "You should go upstairs and see the doctor. You might need stitches”. I started to faint.<br /><br />The pharmacist brought me behind his counter and sat me down.<br /><br />I still have the scar but now, at age 81, I think about my father, and how he must have felt, seeing his little girl bleeding and not being able to leave his post.<br /><br />It makes me so sad.<br />Phyllis Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06923874190935369126noreply@blogger.com