I had a "thing" yesterday, not sure what to call it, I looked up some definitions, but none seemed to fit. A friend visited yesterday, had coffee and donuts, and during the conversation, she mentioned a name, a relatives name, part of which was .................. Vesta ..................... I had not heard that name in probably 50 or so years, and it opened a flood of memories. By the time my subconscious opened up and poured forth all the memories associated with that name in to my conscious mind, well.
Vesta Guild was a neighbor, lived next door, on the alley. She was married to Stoney, and their daughter was Marg. Names from the past, long forgotten. As I recall, Stoney worked at NCR or Frigidaire, one of the manufacturing plants in town. Looking back, I only remember he sitting on the porch. In those days, beer drinkers kept clear glass gallon jugs on hand, went to corner bar, filled it with draft beer and headed home.
I think Margie used to walk me to school. I wish my memory was better. We lived on Brown Street, a busy thoroughfare. I had to cross it to get to school, don't remember how I did that, I think Margie was the answer.
A whole flood of memories opened up, just with that word, Vesta......
