Umber (19.31 — Vera’s Story)
April 12, 2012 § Leave a comment
I studied “Oedipus Rex” and “The Song of Roland” in my literature class. In the evening, after helping Kate get Alfred ready for bed, I found that, interspersed with my thoughts of Papa, Ervin, classmates, and homework, were fragmented memories of my mother. I could no longer exactly recall her voice or her face, but I still remembered bits of the stories she had told me, about rose windows, saints and miraculous occurrences. Perhaps that is why I often steered Alfred’s perambulator past the ornate Catholic Church on 24th Street. The stained glass of Chartres Cathedral could not have impressed me more than the windows of St. Agnes’s, especially on sunny days when light streamed through the cobalt and ruby glass that formed the images of saints.