Watercolor from a still of a home movie of us at the circus (1964).
My mother helps me feed peanuts to an elephant, while my sister looks on.
I still remember how softly the elephant touched my hand.
My mother helps me feed peanuts to an elephant, while my sister looks on.
I still remember how softly the elephant touched my hand.
Such a sensual memory. Makes sense, such sensitive lips, would be soft.
ReplyDeleteMore, please.
ReplyDeletePhotos help keep memories alive--I wonder, would I have forgotten this elephant without the image?
ReplyDeletePOODLE: Working on it.
I can imagine from this picture, the thrill of experiencing the light touch of the elephant's trunk as it look a peanut (?) from your hand.
ReplyDeleteBINK: Yes, a peanut.
ReplyDeleteThe whole circus was a huge thrill to little me.
I also remember a furry toy on a stick. (There's no photo of that, so I know it's a memory that survived just because I was so over-the-moon about it.)