A Pretty Scene, A Pawpaw, A Song

Man, for a number of days the thoughts and themes that I’d been considering for this essay were as uncongealed as undercooked oatmeal. Eventually and fortunately, though, things began to come together when the word comforting eased its way into my mind. This occurred while I was looking over the photos that I’d taken while exploring Glenside, a town in the Philadelphia suburbs, a couple of weeks ago. To my great surprise, one of them reached out to me far more than any of the others did. It made me say aah. It made whatever stress I was feeling at that moment go bye-bye. The bottom line is that I found the scene in the photo to be very comforting.

What is it about the image that pleases me so? For one thing its colors are happy to be with one another. They get along splendidly. And the quiet reflection from across the street, in the door glass, adds to the sense of comraderie. I hadn’t even noticed the reflection when I walked up to the door to snap a picture of the Est. 2003 sign inches above it, for it was signs of one sort or another that I was seeking out and photographing that day in Glenside.

All in all, the photo strikes me as a representation of peace, warmth and tolerance. And if there’s anything in our little ol’ world that I’m totally down with, it’s those three commodities. I suppose that I’m reading a whole lot more into this picture than I might, but so be it. I’ll take my comforting moments when and where I can.

Moving right along: three years ago I wrote about my fruitless search for a pawpaw (click here if you’d like to read it). Thrice in that article I posed a question that maybe is on the tip of your tongue right now. Namely, “so, what the f*ck is a pawpaw?”

Well, it’s the fruit of pawpaw trees, which grow in various parts of the USA. There was a time when pawpaws were eaten fairly commonly. But those days are in the distant past. Though the pawpaw does retain pockets of popularity, there ain’t exactly shitloads of trees producing them in the States.

One thing about the pawpaw is that it is tropical in appearance, papaya-ish, not at all what you’d expect from an indigenous North American tree. I can confirm this because, astonishingly, my long, long search for a pawpaw ended successfully earlier this month. I have my friend Dave to thank for that, as he clued me in to the fact that a food co-op in my area had pawpaws in stock.

To the co-op I soon made my way, arriving back home an hour later with a large pawpaw so soft that a moderate squeeze would have punctured it. I purchased this specimen when a produce department worker at the co-op assured me that it was at the peak of ripeness, rather than overripe.

Photo by Sandra Cherrey Scheinin

I damn well wasn’t disappointed when, shortly thereafter, the pawpaw’s innards entered my mouth. The fruit possessed a variety of flavors, all subtle in intensity, reminding me of banana, honeydew and cantaloupe. But what I was taken with more than anything was its texture. The pawpaw’s flesh was firm yet creamy, pretty close in consistency, and in appearance for that matter, to the vanilla pudding that my mother made for my family frequently when I was growing up. I always loved her vanilla pudding. Because of that connection, the pawpaw worked its way into my heart. Eating the pawpaw was a comforting experience for me. Very comforting.

Moving right along again: I heard a wonderful song by The Wallflowers recently. The tune, Maybe Your Heart’s Not In It No More, comes from their album Exit Wounds, which was released a few months ago. Jakob Dylan (Bob’s son), is The Wallflowers’ lead singer and leader, and composed every song on the album.

The lyrics of Maybe Your Heart’s Not In It No More ruminate about the loss of mojo and direction, a circumstance that many people grapple with at one time or another. But it’s not so much the words that get to me. Rather, it’s the recording’s feel. I mean, this song hit my sweetest of spots the moment I heard it. I fell for the guitar lines intermingling like the best of friends; the steady, strong drumming; the hypnotic melody; Jakob’s straightforward vocals that mean what they say.

Maybe Your Heart’s Not In It No More comforts me, takes me in its arms and sweeps me away. What more could I ask for?

131 thoughts on “A Pretty Scene, A Pawpaw, A Song

  1. D. Wallace Peach October 10, 2021 / 1:21 pm

    I’ve never had a pawpaw, Neil, and had no idea that they grow in the US. My knowledge of them is limited to The Jungle Book. Lol. How cool that you tried one, and that it has the consistency of pudding! I’ll have to see if I can find one around here.

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    • Yeah, Another Blogger October 10, 2021 / 2:31 pm

      Hi. The term “pawpaw” can be confusing. The pawpaw I ate is indigenous to North America. But in some parts of the world, papayas are sometimes referred to as pawpaws. Papayas are tropical and are different than the indigenous North American pawpaw. Kipling’s “pawpaw” actually was a papaya. Anyway, enough about that. Take care. See ya!

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      • D. Wallace Peach October 10, 2021 / 2:38 pm

        Ah, that makes sense. I’m not a fan of ripe papaya, but I’m going to look for the variety that grows here and try it!

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  2. candidkay October 10, 2021 / 3:14 pm

    Thanks for sharing your adventures with us. I think we need to keep having them to keep ourselves young . . .

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  3. Silver Screenings October 17, 2021 / 7:54 pm

    Agreed – the song has a great comforting feeling about it. And so does that fab “Est 2003” sign. I love your description of the colours being happy to live with each other.

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  4. joylennick October 25, 2021 / 8:44 am

    Thanks Neil,especially from my taste buds…Reminds me of mango, which I love: taste and consistency. Yum! With ice cream, it’s ace.Cheers! x

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    • Yeah, Another Blogger October 25, 2021 / 10:57 am

      Hola! I haven’t eaten a mango in a long time, something that I will rectify. Have a good week!


  5. joylennick October 25, 2021 / 11:47 am

    Me again, Neil,, Am being indulgent here…Way back in February2017, I wrote an early post called Eat, Drink and Be Mary, and, as I was new on the ‘scene,’ it didn’t get many readers. It’s on my WordPress site https://joylennick.wordpress.com/ – the dates on the right-hand side. Hope you like it. x

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    • Yeah, Another Blogger October 25, 2021 / 5:34 pm

      Hi. I read it a few minutes ago. It’s very good. I left a comment about a movie you might like. See ya!


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