Husbandrinka and I were looking at some old photos recently and reminiscing.
It’s funny how two people who share a life, and so much history can see such different things when looking at the same photo.
“Oh, honey, look at this one!” Husbandrinka tilted his screen towards me so that I could admire a photo taken some six years ago. “That’s when Jefferson Market was still open– see the bags?”
Of course I saw the bags. Jefferson Market was a Greenwich Village institution (and the bags were ever-present on Friends episodes) until the store closed a few years ago. We miss it. We miss it a lot.
But looking at the photograph, as much as I loved Jefferson Market, I couldn’t focus on the bags. They were insignificant to me.
What I saw was how red and shiny my red cart was. I’d been using that cart for over 20 years now, since before I was married, to haul laundry to the basement, groceries from the store, sometimes even blankets to the dry cleaners. That red cart is like a member of the family, but lately it hasn’t been as shiny. It’s still fine, no need to panic, but I can see that it won’t be with us forever.
I didn’t want to burden Husbandrinka with my worries about the red cart. Not while he was reminiscing about Jefferson Market.
That’s the great thing about photographs, I guess. Everyone notices something different.
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Quick paint job will probably fix up poor, hardworking cart. After all, I bet those sweet little faces IN THE CART never hauled anything for you.
Twitter: sellabitmum
May 30, 2012 at 6:49 am
Whoa – maybe they closed because of the child trafficking? They must’ve had a ‘two-fer’ deal that day. Cool!
Me, I would be thinking how young the children are, how they are growing up, how old I am now, how much time on earth I have (cry)……….but then I would think that maybe the grandkids would fit into the little red cart and be happy again. Love little red carts.
I get like that, too.
We have a red wagon I can’t get rid of. I still use it for yard work.
And it’s getting so old and I remember how shiny it was once and how excited my kids were when I brought it home.
Marinka, this was such a wonderful post.
Is that your daughter? You know she is going to kill you, right?
Frankly, I think the cart looks pretty dull in the picture. Were you taking good care of your cart then? I’m not sure. Those kids probably totally exceed the cart’s weight limits. Maybe have them diet, if you plan on using your not so shiny, even then, cart. Just a suggestion from the owner of a sheeny, almost glowing silver titanium cart.
Twitter: jukeboxbarb
May 30, 2012 at 10:24 am
Those are some cute children.
It looks like they are ready to cross Mexico/USA border, legally.
Twitter: JoeHagyauthor
May 30, 2012 at 12:47 pm
Wow, they are really cute!
DO you still have them?
I hope so, sometimes people lose their old stuffed animals.
Twitter: mannahattamamma
May 30, 2012 at 3:06 pm
why did you let the kids out of the bags?
You are fucking hilarious!!!
But, seriously, it IS a nice cart!
Wow, so much has happened and the kids stayed the same!
Twitter: Mamabirddiaries
May 30, 2012 at 10:40 pm
Your kids are so cute in that shiny red cart. I used to live in a 6th floor walk-up around the corner from Jefferson Market. I would have gone there more often but when you live in a 6th floor walk up you don’t really leave your apartment all that often.
Twitter: hessleman
May 30, 2012 at 11:02 pm
Are you kidding? What kind of person are you? Just look at that carpet. I hope you still have THAT.
Twitter: marta28
May 31, 2012 at 11:22 am
Since I’ve seen every Friends episode maybe a million times I am now going to have to keep an eye out for these market bags because I don’t recall them currently! And when I see them I will think of how Rachel and Monica are so cool just like Marinka!
Those granny carts grow up so fast…
You silly girl. What about the stuffed animals?!? What do THEY look like?
I see two absolutely adorable children!
What I noticed is the children seem to confined in a tiny red jail with wheels. hee hee
Ha ha, and without stating the obvious …