tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post3942432160718533331..comments2023-08-17T04:03:48.173-04:00Comments on leftbrainwrite: I Remember... Kitty D.Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01110078016784294934noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-72350485906797491412012-02-25T11:41:03.892-05:002012-02-25T11:41:03.892-05:00Completely wonderful.Completely wonderful.Lou Freshwaterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08849342766852653969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-22254268768134312572012-02-25T00:21:31.279-05:002012-02-25T00:21:31.279-05:00Beautiful memories and such visual writing you too...Beautiful memories and such visual writing you took the reader down memory lane with you. ^__^Helen A. Howellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12748128819820230841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-8926656652574023972012-02-24T21:32:00.142-05:002012-02-24T21:32:00.142-05:00Thanks all for reading this story, part fact, part...Thanks all for reading this story, part fact, part fiction. I do remember the adults playing pinochle, and the food, and my grams did die of barium poisoning, and I did feel tremendous guilt, and still do, for my impatience with her as a college student. And the daughter of her best friend was the nurse in the room when I gave birth to my son. But she never wore pink nail polish, nor did she encourage me to call her Kitty--I just wish she did. Peace...Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01110078016784294934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-67753148437879345162012-02-24T18:24:35.487-05:002012-02-24T18:24:35.487-05:00this was lovely Linda, the reader could smell ever...this was lovely Linda, the reader could smell everything as described, there was some lovely images. Sensuous, gorgeous writing<br /><br />marc nashSulci Collectivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03293833259808943096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-55755433628589485302012-02-24T09:13:07.214-05:002012-02-24T09:13:07.214-05:00I remember doing those I remember prompts. Great s...I remember doing those I remember prompts. Great stuff came out of those exercises. And I wrote a poem about my paternal grandmother, and how she died. It took me back...<br /><br />This piece was poignant was so vivid, I could smell the drinks and smoke and feel the atmosphere as they played cards.Jai Joshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04858987106548357551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-41395631169227778892012-02-23T23:54:08.775-05:002012-02-23T23:54:08.775-05:00Memories thick with details. Good to read you agai...Memories thick with details. Good to read you again, Linda.John Wiswellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07416044628686736927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-27147868926060583872012-02-23T23:15:08.127-05:002012-02-23T23:15:08.127-05:00Thank you so much. I was entranced by your memori...Thank you so much. I was entranced by your memories. The final vignette showing how small this world is, and how close we are to comfort and support was particularly moving.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-1487105244222751342012-02-23T19:51:47.886-05:002012-02-23T19:51:47.886-05:00lovely memories, Linda. And as always, such great ...lovely memories, Linda. And as always, such great detail -- those pickles that set your teeth on edge. Perfect.Michelle Elvyhttp://michelleelvy.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.com