The White Trash House
My mother is fascinated with this double house across from the local Wegmans. She calls it the "white trash house". I am not sure as to what the house actually looks like; I've never seen it. All have is my mother's description of it.
Marlene gets fixated on weird things. The white trash house is just one in a number of my mother's obsessions. She also gets fixated on squirrels and the Salvation Army Thrift Store.
According to Marlene, she was loading the trunk of her car a few weeks ago when she noticed a dog on the roof of the porch of a house across the street. She watched the dog wander around the roof before she realized the dog got out of the house through a broken second story window.
The next week, my mother went back to that Wegmans. She said she wanted to "check out" the white trash house to see what was going on. The broken window was boarded up. The residents had placed Christmas lights over the boarded window. My mother told me the white trash house was "festive".
What I really don't understand is why my mother keeps going back to that particular Wegmans. She never has a good time. I remember once when I was in high school, she was upset for a week about shopping there. Someone had offered her $40 in food stamps for $30 cash.
There was a period of time when she was fascinated by this person (I think it was a woman) who wore a royal purple cape and crown when shopping. My mother would follow her around the store.
However, my mother was most upset when she was flashed. She was sitting at a red light on the corner of Dewey and Driving Park. A woman was dancing on the corner, according to my mother, and her (the woman,
not Marlene) tube top fell down exposing her boobs. My mother said she was so mortified by the topless woman that she could not complete the errand of grocery shopping and had to go home. My mother talked about this experience for months.
