Going up the Stairs

Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007

I am 11 years old. I am walking up a rather wide elegant stairway with the girl that I refer to as Little Margret. Her hair is dark brown and loaded with luscious thick curls that hang down like sausages. Her hair is a little past shoulder length and is probably much longer when not curled. She is wearing the pink dress that I remember trying to paint in another memory.

The stairway is unfamiliar to me. The railing is dark wood. This may be her parents house. If it is her parents house, they have a bit of money. The gaudy wallpaper of the time was fairly expensive, or at least it looked expensive to me. The colors echo what I remember from the other memory of being at her home. Dusty rose, some red, and gold and dark colored wood furniture. The wallpaper that is rose colored has a pattern that is striped vertically with sections of white and some kind of flower pattern. It is extremely feminine. We are holding hands as we walk up the stairs. I have the feeling that I really adored this girl. I think that I would have continued to court her favour if I had not been ordered to stay away from her.

The stairway is large and opens to a top floor where there is a dark wood railing and it goes left and right. Standing atop the stairs, we can see out to the floor below which is the front parlor room, which is amazingly large. Much larger than the one in my parents home. I can see the front door. I also have a strong sense that this was also the room where I had been punished by my father in front of Little Margret and her father. Of course, that was in the future from this memory.

She smiles at me and takes me again by the hand since I had put my hands into my pockets upon reaching the stairway top. I follow her down the hallway, which would have been to the right side. I see a series of doors in the hallway, but only one is open and there is light pouring from that room. It is at the end of the hallway. It is her bedroom door. We walk in.

The walls are white. Her bed has a brass header and footer, and I think the bedspread is pink and ruffled? It keeps flip flopping to a white bedspread. Maybe she had two. The bed is against the wall an is the size of a twin or single bed. The floor is dark brown hardwood. The wall across from the door has a slant from the roof and the window is poking out of this and there is a small shelf in front of the window. Actually the shelf is big enough for a child to sit in. She opens the window and we look out into the garden. The tree that is near the window is just starting to blossom and does not have all of its leaves yet. I look out and I get the sense that to jump out of the window would be a bit of a drop. I don't think I would survive it without breaking a leg.

There is a piece of furniture that is white that is next to her bed. I can't tell whether it is wood or wicker. It is a dresser or chest. I keep thinking wicker and that there is a white wicker chair in her room also. She is showing something to me. It is something that she is fond of or proud of. There is also a brass oil lamp in her room with a dark rose colored glass. I think she may be showing me a windup music box, but it is not a box. It is some kind of figurine. It came from some place far away like Austria. I can hear the music, but I have no idea what tune it is. I can even sing it, at least for the moment. It is a waltz. It is very simple. It is also a very slow paced waltz. I don't think it is a Strauss kind of waltz, it is more like a country folk type of tune. I also get the impression of children learning to dance to it. Lothar also said that it sounded familiar to him.

She wants to dance with me to this tune in her room. So I put my right hand on her side and stick out my other hand to hold hers. She is explaining how to do this. I sorta know, but I have not done this much and the room is much too small. I can't tell whether she is leading or I am. I keep worrying about bumping into things. When the music ends, she laughs and throws her arms around me and hugs me. I guess I wasn't too bad of a dancer. She then wants me to follow her down the hallway. The walls in the hallway are white. I think they put most of their money into the front parlor room.

I have the impression of going through the house quickly and I think we may have gone outside.


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