Sunday, July 17, 2011

Sunday Memories: Otis's Ladder


It was left in the apartment early on, I think in the 70's. Otis brought it up to fix something or maybe I borrowed it. But it remained after he left.

A hulking presence - like a six year old boy who didn't understand why he was 6'8" when all the other kids in kindergarten were kids size - this ladder moved from corner to corner in the odd shaped hall, never quite blending into the wall, but still becoming part of the scenary.

However, its height was necessary in an old apartment of ceilings beyond reach and so it hulked about. At some point its rungs held the excessive number of shopping bags I felt were too pretty to throw away, but too pretty to use.

It was used maybe a couple of times a year when a bulb had to be replaced or the even rarer event of changing a light fixture. It didn't matter what you were using it for. The minute you stepped on it it wobbled and swayed, even if you were on the lowest rung. Only Joni had the presence of balance to meander about on the very top.

As space within and without opened and an old home cleared for new welcomes, this ladder, covered with history from before I moved in 35 years ago, was quietly taken to a storage closet, my name now taped to it. No one, but me, would remember it had once been Otis's.

2 comments:

mybabyjohn/Delores said...

Some things cling to us like they were meant to be ours. Years pass, we catch sight of them with a jolt, but we do nothing about it. More time passes and we couldn't part with them if we tried. They belong to us.

c.o. moed said...

so true.

Also everyone thinks of this old wooden paint splattered object as mine but I always think of it as still borrowed from Otis.