Post by Nora on Jun 21, 2003 18:00:42 GMT -5
When I was a child we had one pair of scissors in the house which was used for virtually everything (except with food.) My mother kept it in her sewing box, but it was used for cutting paper and string and doing crafts etc. My parents weren't well off, so when something got broken or was lost, they didn't immediately go out and buy another. One day "the scissors" disappeared. This had never happened before, it was sorely missed, and couldn't be found anywhere over the course of a couple of days.
Now about 2 years before, a very old nun had given me a pink cardboard box filled with pink and white iced caramels. These were long eaten and the box was in a niche under the sideboard, full of small odds and ends of rubbish and old photo negatives. It hadn't been taken out or used for anything in a very long time. Neither my parents nor any of us kids had been near it for maybe a year or more. That bit is important.
After a couple of days, I had a dream in which I saw the scissors in the pink box. In the morning I smiled at the idea, but after a while, I became curious to see if the scissors could possibly be there.
It was. And nobody ever came up with a remotely reasonable explanation. I've never forgotten!
Now about 2 years before, a very old nun had given me a pink cardboard box filled with pink and white iced caramels. These were long eaten and the box was in a niche under the sideboard, full of small odds and ends of rubbish and old photo negatives. It hadn't been taken out or used for anything in a very long time. Neither my parents nor any of us kids had been near it for maybe a year or more. That bit is important.
After a couple of days, I had a dream in which I saw the scissors in the pink box. In the morning I smiled at the idea, but after a while, I became curious to see if the scissors could possibly be there.
It was. And nobody ever came up with a remotely reasonable explanation. I've never forgotten!
