seahorse memories

This blog is entitled 'life thoughts'. I have been kinda' scribbling about what is going on around me in the present tense. However, there are times when something triggers a childhood memory that I would like to share. This is one of them. I grew up in a small New England town, Lakeville Mass. I took on the job of paperboy - another memory of going to the New Bedford Times building and actually seeing a paper being printed. Anyway, one of my customers, a Mrs. Cudworth owned a house built in the late 1600's. The house was chock a block full of antiques and a collection of sea related things. Coral, shells, and other things of the sea sat on side tables, shelves, in nooks and hidden in other crannies. On the Saturdays that I collected for the paper, Mrs. Cudworth always made me go into her living room and sit in a large morris chair and watch a piece of white coral. She claimed that if I was real still, while she made me a cup of cocoa, I would see a seahorse living in the coral and if I was really lucky, I would see it move. Each week I would do as told. Sometimes, I could a'lmost see something move in the coral. Never did I really see the seahorse. Guess I didn't believe enough. Strange how certain memories stay with one for so many years. Even stranger is how vivid the memories are . . .