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Lynne:
--- Quote from: shakestheground on September 28, 2006, 07:09:01 pm ---...its smoke carrying with it a prayer of thanks to heaven, thanks for my friends, for the opportunity to spend time with them...
The idea of seperate and unequal lives resonated thru me. It was like the time I had just spent in Boston was the special time, it was where I belonged. How long now, until Alberta, until a chance to reconnect again.
--- End quote ---
Friend, you truly have a way with words. I am so proud to know you.
It is roughly 42 weeks until Alberta, which I know because I started my serious training today, complete with an Excel worksheet to track my weekly progress. Clearly, that is too long to wait. Maybe we could think about a short weekend winter camp, somewhere in the Smoky Mountains or other middleway spot for the southeasterners? Something very simple and economical.
-Lynne
P.S. I love the picture of LBJ and his father; thank you for that. It makes a poweful statement about society then and acceptable ways of demonstrating affection compared with now. Simply wonderful. I know I've never kissed any family member on the lips in my lifetime.
Amber:
Wow! That was really amazing writing : ) I really enjoyed! Thanks for sharing the picture and the story.
Katie77:
I love that picture......
I always feel when i see or have it done to me, a kiss on the lips, no matter who it is between, is so real.....it shows a lovely, true affection, as different from the "obligatory" air kisses that we see so often now.
When I see two people, kiss on the lips, it shows a strong bond, an unashamed, un embarrassing affection.....it is so strong, and looks really beautiful.
Shakesthecoffecan:
Last night I saw our boy Heath in the movie "Lords of Dogtown". My goodness what a versitile actor he is, I almost didn't recognize him at first. Make me look forward to all the years of movies he can make.
I am in Bristol, Virginia this weekend for my alumni event. My friend who made all the arrangements called this morning and told me she would not be making it because her husband was sick. So, she is not here for me to complain about this overpriced SUITE she put me in with a balcony view of a very busy I-81. I'd rather make the most of this than someplaces I have been. These weekends are always interesting, to see who showes up and catch up on the gossip. Hope the sun comes out.
Andrew:
The distance between men, reluctance to show emotion, or affection, so noteworthy in the post World War II era, was not because that was the way it had always been.
My father was born in rural Kentucky in the early twentieth century. He had a lot of the notions of that time and environment, one of which was that bringing up children was women's work. So I didn't talk with him very often as I grew up, though I listened at the dinner table. To his own father's way of thinking, boys were of no interest or use till they could do a full day's work in the fields. My father qualified that attitude to an extent--he was proud of being the first person in his family who went to college, and higher education was his chief ambition for my sister, my brother and me. However, he didn't think there would be much point in talking to me till I got it. So our relationship mostly began when I was an adult. A memory of him taking me for a ride on his shoulders once, lasted for my entire childhood.
As my father got older, his feelings for his children developed. He and my mother retired in the town my older sister had settled in, and he kept expressing the wish that my brother and I would both settle nearby, or at least in the same state. Neither of us did. I visited a few times a year. My father had begun intervening for the good in the lives of some of his neighbors. There was a boy he befriended and sponsored from the time he seemed to be in danger of drifting into crime until he grew up to became a school principal. There was a neighbor, a skilled mechanic who was gentlemanly until he drank, for whom my father gave character references in court. Both were grateful, constantly visiting him and doing kind things in return. The mechanic, T., often expressed regret that he saw me so seldom on visits to my father .
On my last visit before my father's death at an advanced age, we were sitting together on the back patio. He reached out and took my hand, and we sat together holding hands for several minutes. T. came up to us from across the lawn and his face immediately lit up when he saw us together. The three of us talked for some minutes while my father and I continued to hold hands. At last the moment passed.
A few months later my sister called to say that my father had died peacefully in his sleep.
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