I was discussing my post on my childhood memories of Russia with my mother the other day when she said to me "I have no recollection of Mama cutting up brown paper to use in the bathroom. Are you sure it was brown paper?"
"Yes," I replied. "It's one of my most vivid memories."
"Strange," my mum said. "I remember her singing while cooking, and sitting at the sewing machine, but not this."
"But surely you remember extended periods of not having any actual toilet paper available, right?"
"Oh, yes!" she assured me. "That was definitely the case, especially toward the end when we were there, it was very hard to get toilet paper anywhere. In fact, toilet paper was considered the best gift you could bring with you to a dinner party at that time. Much more appreciated than alcohol or cake!"Postscript for Day #255 “Childhood Nostalgia”
The last couple of weeks, my entry to and from our housing estate has been dominated by the heavily ripened rowan berries hanging above the gate (as well as other parts of the estate). The name “rowan” is actually new to me exactly as of fifteen minutes ago. I have been idly composing this post…