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Writer's Block: Do you remember?
Sep. 27th, 2010 11:58 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
At the age of two or thereabouts. Entering our darkened kitchen on 1391 Madison Avenue, in New York. Turning on the gas burners of the stove, on and off... on and off... watching the pretty blue flames flickering. Hm, why doesn't this middle one do anything? Oh well... on and off, on and off... WHUMP! The oven had filled with gas, and oven pilot lights were not universal in those days. The next time I turned on a burner, the gas ignited. I was small enough that the oven door flew open and struck me on the forehead, giving me a nasty cut, but protecting me from the flames - although my eyebrows and hair were singed. I recall looking at the healing wound in my full-length mirror...
My mother reports that for months afterward, when I would hear the sound of blasting at construction sites around Manhattan, my eyes would go large, and I would ask, "Boom?"
At the age of two or thereabouts. Entering our darkened kitchen on 1391 Madison Avenue, in New York. Turning on the gas burners of the stove, on and off... on and off... watching the pretty blue flames flickering. Hm, why doesn't this middle one do anything? Oh well... on and off, on and off... WHUMP! The oven had filled with gas, and oven pilot lights were not universal in those days. The next time I turned on a burner, the gas ignited. I was small enough that the oven door flew open and struck me on the forehead, giving me a nasty cut, but protecting me from the flames - although my eyebrows and hair were singed. I recall looking at the healing wound in my full-length mirror...
My mother reports that for months afterward, when I would hear the sound of blasting at construction sites around Manhattan, my eyes would go large, and I would ask, "Boom?"
