We Called It Armistice Day

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Until we didn’t—on parents’ day at school
our teacher asked, Does anyone know
the new name of this day?
I turned around, looked at
my father on a folding chair
leaning against his cane—

Cracked speckled terrazzo floors
in the halls, dark wood in the classrooms.
Windows climbed up to the ceiling.
Playground half-cement, the rest blacktop–
the farther from the school the rougher the boys played–
the girls sat on the brick wall by Christopher Avenue,
in sixth grade some got bras, the rest of us were
flat-chested under our white safety patrol belts—

 

My father always asked, was her father in the service?
Army? Navy, maybe? Only my uncle
stayed out of the war—he was too old
had kids had asthma–

My father got a scar on his forehead

got a smoking habit, lost thirty-five pounds in Manchuria,
he  told us  he forecast the weather in China
so we could beat the Japs,
he ate rice and– he averred–dogs and cats
he  flew over the hump–
then sailed to Oran, took a troop ship home,
was skinny when he came off the gangplank
my mother said he didn’t sleep well,
her Dalmatian growled at him.
My father  didn’t like the house
she bought when he was away—

He bought the Legion’s paper poppies after church
or in the Food Fair parking lot.
I kept them on my dresser
clear up till Christmas.

 

 

Copyright  2015 Lynne Viti

 

2 thoughts on “We Called It Armistice Day

  1. Hi Lynne, Very touching. And a wonderful photograph of your Dad. It seems that Veterans’ Day becomes more meaningful as the years go by…… Anne T

    On Sat, Nov 11, 2017 at 8:25 AM, Still In School wrote:

    > Lynne Spigelmire Viti posted: ” Until we didn’t—on parents’ day at > school our teacher asked, Does anyone know the new name of this day? I > turned around, looked at my father on a folding chair leaning against his > cane— Cracked speckled terrazzo floors in the halls, dark wood i” >

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