He dies one year after my grandfather’s birth, it is 1919, leaving my great-grandmother to raise a family alone.
They live in Springfield, Massachusetts.
It is the Prohibition. The point is: they live through this untimely death.
At this point in the story, the United States government has banned the manufacture and sale of alcoholic beverages. Celia, my great-grandmother, becomes a bootlegger.
This story is about survival: it’s about family, but it’s also about home.
|From Le Vallon: Poemes||From “The Valley”|
I love his eyes. They are little larger than what he sees.
Our eyes have become voracious like mouths.