More of this story, PLEASE! That was only the intro! What happens next?? Honestly- I need more.
You so remind me of my childhood. When i go “home”, mostly everyone is gone (except a couple of friends). However, every footstep on every street triggers a memory. Every where I look.
Hi Candy! So glad you got a kick out of this blog. It was fun to write. I'll bet everyone could write a similar piece filling us in on how they grew up, what games they played, what their families were like, etc etc. I'm so curious now what felt familiar, and even more curious about what you still want to read about. It's ye old question: what's interesting, and what's not? What's worth sharing and what's not? In this case, I wonder what you want to hear more about? (Not that I will necessarily write it, but as a writer, I'm just plain curious what drew you in). As with all memoir -- writing about family and the people I love and/or grew up with -- there are questions of privacy even when the story is a good one. Like you, pretty much every footstep of that 5-mile perimeter is loaded with stories and memories. It's the thing I miss having moved so far away. It's the downside of re-establishing life in a new place - not having those memories under my feet. Thank you thank you for your curiosity. That's inspiring to me!
You are so lucky, Bar. You wrote about it beautifully. They should each get a copy, except the one who irritated you. We moved too much for me to know anybody anymore except for a very few people I remember well, but where are they now? Poobably right where they were when I left, or at east somewhere nearby.
someday I'll tell you about the horrible Jim I refer to here. More than a jerk who haunted me later. Dear Abby, I was incredibly lucky. After I wrote that I remembered all the other people I remembered as I walked, like my 8th-grade boyfriend who's married to one of my very oldest friends and has been with her since he and i "broke up" whatever that means at age 12, and Anne Patterson who lived a couple doors down from him who put together an incredible songbook called Rise Up Singing that every campfire guitarist has in their bookshelf. And Susan who teaches something brilliant at Yale. She and I used to dream about having a farm with lots of animals on it, a sort of sanctuary. I still think about that. My high school friends are still dear to me even if I don't see them often. It was a mostly happy time, oddly. I think most people hated high school and junior high school. I loved it. When I left there, things became unsafe, or maybe it's just that I began to feel the challenges and uncertainties of the bigger world. Thank you for reading this post. It was a good one to write.
More of this story, PLEASE! That was only the intro! What happens next?? Honestly- I need more.
You so remind me of my childhood. When i go “home”, mostly everyone is gone (except a couple of friends). However, every footstep on every street triggers a memory. Every where I look.
Sometimes overwhelming…
In retrospect, wonderful.
But- back to you. More, please!!
Hi Candy! So glad you got a kick out of this blog. It was fun to write. I'll bet everyone could write a similar piece filling us in on how they grew up, what games they played, what their families were like, etc etc. I'm so curious now what felt familiar, and even more curious about what you still want to read about. It's ye old question: what's interesting, and what's not? What's worth sharing and what's not? In this case, I wonder what you want to hear more about? (Not that I will necessarily write it, but as a writer, I'm just plain curious what drew you in). As with all memoir -- writing about family and the people I love and/or grew up with -- there are questions of privacy even when the story is a good one. Like you, pretty much every footstep of that 5-mile perimeter is loaded with stories and memories. It's the thing I miss having moved so far away. It's the downside of re-establishing life in a new place - not having those memories under my feet. Thank you thank you for your curiosity. That's inspiring to me!
PS Where is "home" for you?
You are so lucky, Bar. You wrote about it beautifully. They should each get a copy, except the one who irritated you. We moved too much for me to know anybody anymore except for a very few people I remember well, but where are they now? Poobably right where they were when I left, or at east somewhere nearby.
someday I'll tell you about the horrible Jim I refer to here. More than a jerk who haunted me later. Dear Abby, I was incredibly lucky. After I wrote that I remembered all the other people I remembered as I walked, like my 8th-grade boyfriend who's married to one of my very oldest friends and has been with her since he and i "broke up" whatever that means at age 12, and Anne Patterson who lived a couple doors down from him who put together an incredible songbook called Rise Up Singing that every campfire guitarist has in their bookshelf. And Susan who teaches something brilliant at Yale. She and I used to dream about having a farm with lots of animals on it, a sort of sanctuary. I still think about that. My high school friends are still dear to me even if I don't see them often. It was a mostly happy time, oddly. I think most people hated high school and junior high school. I loved it. When I left there, things became unsafe, or maybe it's just that I began to feel the challenges and uncertainties of the bigger world. Thank you for reading this post. It was a good one to write.