A Christmas Memory

“Home is where my friend is, and there I never go.” 

~ Truman Capote

The story begins with: “Imagine a morning in late November.”…and suddenly you find yourself in a country kitchen with an old woman and a boy. Buddy’s friend, stands gazing out the window and suddenly declares “It’s fruitcake weather!” Seven year old Truman Capote’s friend calls him “Buddy” in this autobiographical short story of his childhood, “A Christmas Memory.” His “friend” is an eccentric elderly woman who is his distant cousin. This beautiful short story is his memory of their last Christmas together before he is sent away to military school.

The pair, accompanied by his dog Queenie, set out on their annual quest to acquire the ingredients needed to make fruitcakes. Once the ingredients are acquired, they make, package and ship said fruitcakes off to people they’ve met once, twice, or not at all, such as President Franklin Delano Roosevelt. The threesome: Buddy, his friend, and dog Queenie, seem to live in a fragile bubble that bursts when disapproving relatives are present.

The story line is simple, and it’s covered in 45 short pages. Capote’s writing is winsome, nostalgic and heart wrenching. This timeless story offers a glimpse into Truman Capote’s background, growing up poor in the country in the 1930’s. If you haven’t read it, I think it’s well worth the small investment on time.

“A Christmas Memory” was Originally published as a magazine article in Mademoiselle magazine in 1956. In 1966 Capote wrote a TV adaptation, which he narrated. With Geraldine Page playing his friend, this is, in my humble opinion, the only version of the story worth seeing. It is available on dvd, and sold as: ” A Christmas Memory – ABC Stage 67.”

May 16, 2016, One Word Daily Prompt: Buddy~ <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/buddy/”>Buddy</a&gt;

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