Upside Down Ketchup and Pressed Duck
by David Lohrey
We are drawn back in adult life to scenes of childhood unhappiness,
says the noted biographer.
Harold Pinter took his wives to Cornwall to see where he had spent the blitz.
Thomas Bernhard, a favorite, picks at his wartime memories like a scab,
but for me was childhood a source of such ever-lasting pain?
I remember so much, but especially hiding in the gigantic
tractor tires at the Firestone warehouse. Was that so bad?
Or scrounging for tossed paper cups on the floor of the grandstands
at Tobey Park so we could refill them with free Coke. We washed
them out in the public restrooms like good little boys. The smell
of fresh urine made us work fast.
Pinter is said to have had a “Lord of the Flies” childhood
surrounded by cruel children. The ones I grew up…
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