Ragamuffins of the 50’s.

14 Nov

Their back porch looked like a bad bet to survive the next big storm. Their backyard was barren except for the clothesline that always seemed to be fertile with damp garments.
The lilac bush out near the garbage smelled wonderful in the spring. But rats were rumored to live in the hundred year old alley so it was best to listen for the sound of little claws on cobblestones and dump the garbage fast.

The front yard had thin dirt. Empty except for the occasional rusty nail which legend said was what was left of a lightning bolt after it had struck the earth.

Here is where the ragamuffins would play. Dressed in hand-me-down clothes with the wind blowing gently through their prison barber haircuts. They’d play from morning till dusk. As happy as kings at their coronation.

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2 Responses to “Ragamuffins of the 50’s.”

  1. Sioux November 14, 2011 at 5:52 PM #

    Beautiful! This really touched me. Your description of the bcck porch and alley remind me of the buildings around St. Michael’s before it was gentrified and the school turned into million dollar condos. love, Sioux. By the way,” ragamuffins” is one of John’s favorite words.

  2. Kit Steinkellner November 14, 2011 at 10:07 PM #

    Dad, you’ve done it again! I love this one/

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