The new ceiling at the Portland airport reminds me of the bottom of the red canvas canoe we used to paddle on Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire when we were kids.
I love the memories we have that we can[t be certain if, and how interesting it is to explore the alternatives. Loved this, loved of thinking of you and your father on that lake. And I bet you will always remember it that way. I know I will.
Dear Abby, thank you. I asked my mother if she remembered the wallet story. She did. I did NOT ask her who was in that canoe finding it in the middle of the lake (what are the odds?). I didn’t want my memory tampered with especially having just shared it with all of you. No doubt she’s the hero in her version!
Yes, projecting ourselves in the story. I am definitely guilty. Telling a story, my needle and embroidery thread in-hand, I color the tapestry to meet my needs.
Such a dear memory. I love you as the hero of that story, accurate or not!
Thank you Nan. I have a feeling I needed to be that hero, whether I was or not.
I love the memories we have that we can[t be certain if, and how interesting it is to explore the alternatives. Loved this, loved of thinking of you and your father on that lake. And I bet you will always remember it that way. I know I will.
Dear Abby, thank you. I asked my mother if she remembered the wallet story. She did. I did NOT ask her who was in that canoe finding it in the middle of the lake (what are the odds?). I didn’t want my memory tampered with especially having just shared it with all of you. No doubt she’s the hero in her version!
Yes, projecting ourselves in the story. I am definitely guilty. Telling a story, my needle and embroidery thread in-hand, I color the tapestry to meet my needs.
I think it’s only human especially if you’re a writer!
Love this piece. Thank you...
Thanks for doing so much reading, Beth. You’re a sweetheart.